Zzzzzzz....

I have never been so tired in all my life.  New born, nursing babies have nothing on marathon training. Like a post-natal mother, minus the swollen belly, I’ve been walking in a stupor the last few days, functioning on fumes of sleep, tons of peanut butter and the short-lived energy surge after morning runs.

I shouldn’t be divulging this fatigue…especially to my mother.  In fact, she reminded me that one tortures prisoners with sleep deprivation, and to watch out for signs of craziness.  This time, she’s only a little right to be worried.  I did miss my exit twice this week, backed up instead of driving forward in the atm lane (and yes, I tapped the car in back), fell asleep on my laptop while doing homework, and almost poured wine in my cereal.  But I dug deep, in my bathroom cabinet that is, and found a miraculous under-eye concealer called “well-rested”, and, by looking at me, no one would ever guess that I’ve run more miles than I have slept hours in the last few weeks.  If they were to step in my house though, that’s another story.  The 9 empty bottles of 5-hour Energy drinks that my kids have been playing with in the bathtub tell it all. 

I write this to excuse myself from a “real” and “thoughtful” entry tonight.  I did commit to posting every Wednesday and I can’t slip up just yet.  I need some rest though, to recover from the miles and recharge my body and mind.  However, there will be a supine moment before giving myself over to sleep when I will ignore the “craziness” of marathon training and thoroughly celebrate the accomplishment of an 8 mile run at a 7:54 pace.  And like every new mother acknowledges when talking of sleepless nights…it’s all worth it.