I'm tired...
I’m not only physically, but I’m emotionally tired. My husband often tells me that I don’t stop moving. “just sit down”, “enough”, “dial it back”, “stop”. But, I don’t. I’m lost without my to-do lists, my calendars, and my training log. I have two insanely busy kids, and I’ve been racing my butt off. I’m tired. Very, very tired. On the way to the Segahunda marathon (okay, the sticker says 26.3, so I guess it’s an ultra) I decided that I just didn’t want to run. Not that I didn’t want to run Segahunda, I just plain didn’t want to run. For me, it’s a very clear sign that I’m over-training. What got me to the starting line was that I was meeting a bunch of people from work. These are people that I not only see everyday, but who have truly crossed over the line from co-workers to friends. Most were doing the relay, so a half-marathon for each of them. For several, it was their first trail race. I ran into friends Lisa and Gary before the race. Gary was