runner's high

So I've finished a week of marathon training, and I have to say that I'm sort of addicted. I say sort of because when I think about it, the idea of running sounds absolutely abysmal, but then, when I actually do it, the endorphins kick in, and I am ready to run the marathon right then and there.

I spent $300 at the running store, and I have to say that it was the best $300 ever spent. My shoes make all the difference, and I am absolutely in love with my jog bra. Truly, the jog bra is the greatest invention ever, especially when it is made from dry fit material. And, I'm diggin the little pocket in my shorts and the built in granny panties. They rock. Add to that my singlet and a couple of pairs of socks, and I am the best dressed worst runner in history! Wahoo!

So this week we've run a total of 9 miles plus a cross training. I did the 9 miles, but I have to say that sadly, my cross training tonight consisted of lifting a carafe of wine to my mouth with tshirts. I'm home now, and if I want to get my ass up at 6am to run, I'd better not do the yoga I had intended. Ok, so I missed one training session, but that's better than I thought I'd do. I just hope I show up at the right place bc I didn't get on the distribution list for some reason so I have no idea where to go train, and no one will call me back.

So that's my life: running and working. I saw a movie last night, which was fun, and I hope to go out tomorrow night and blow off some steam, since I'm sure I'll have a runner's high after my 4 mile run tomorrow. Edgy and I have gone from occasionally dating to not seeing each other at all now, and really, for the first time, I'm ok with it--not good, but ok. It is what it is, right? Why waste my life on someone who just truly can't love me right now? Someone out there must have the ability.