"Stop Trying to Hold My Hand"

Today was Hill Day...uhhhggggg (that is the sound of me and my body groaning). I really don't mind hills....I love the way my leg muscles look as I'm pushing it (read: struggling) up the hill. And even though my legs felt like lead weights after 6 looooooooooong hill repeats, nothing beats the feeling of when you reach the top of the hill. Plus, "hills make you a better runner". I know this will all pay off on Nov. 2nd so I won't spend too much time complaining, although complaining is kinda fun.

Sometimes I think, if someone only heard bits and pieces of the conversations that take place between Amy and I when we are running then they would think we are crazy (oh wait, we are crazy). Whenever we are cooling down and walking and our hands hit (which is quite often) we accuse each other of trying to hold the other one's hand. You'd have to be there to get it, LOL, but I'm laughing just thinking about it. Anyway, having a great running partner is what keeps me going up the hills. She CLAIMS I was setting the pace but every time I would get even a little in front of her then here she comes trying to speed past me. Some people are just too competitive for their own good (yeah I'm talking about you!).

I'm getting more and more excited and nervous about my race - 2 months away! Soon I will have to start my daily countdown. Today before our run we were discussing not being able to sleep the night before a race. I usually can't sleep the night before a Sunday long run because I'm always paranoid that I will oversleep. I had problems in high school sleeping before a big meet as well so I KNOW there will be minimal sleeping done the night before my marathon. I am just going to have to make sure I get a lot of rest that week because I'm going to need all the energy I can store up to make it through!