So this morning i got up at four. yes, 4 am, long before the sun rose over the mountains in the east. I had to feed the baby, becuase she doesn’t sleep much past four, and then I had a five mile run to conquer, and so I decided the best thing to do would be to stay up and go out.

the run was fantastic! I saw three shooting stars, and one one of them I asked that I make it through 26 miles. As you can see, this is still terrifying me! I keep thinking that this weekend, according to my training plan, I’m supposed to run 15 miles. 15! How the heck am I going to run 15 miles, I wonder?!

Tomorrow is my 3 miles run followed by a 20 minute swim. I’m looking forward to going to the gym since I didn’t get to go this Monday, when my daughter was sick. I actually don’t mind the treadmill much anymore. I kind of enjoy seeing how far I’m going, how many calories I’m burning, and how fast I am doing the running, as I always seem to run faster when on the treadmill than when on actual pavement.

But boy am I tired!

It is not even nine and I am off to bed. I have to wake at four again tomorrow to make it to the gym and get in my workout before my husband has to leave for work and the kids rise.

And then, my next run will be 15 miles.

Say what?