Time for a whine

Okay. I don't think I've done a whiny post yet. Here it goes.

I'm sick of running. I am supercallafragalistically sick of running. I have to run 10 miles today and I don't want to. I'm tired of being disciplined. All I really want to do today is go home after work, eat a HUGE non-runner-like dinner that would certainly include GiantEagleWhiteCakewithWhippedCreamFrosting. (yes, that's a new word in my vocabulary now.) Speaking of cake, GiantEagleWhiteCakewithWhippedCreamFrosting to be exact, my birthday is coming up soon, hint, hint :)

Anyway, back to the whine. I ran 5 miles on Monday, I have to run 10 miles today. I'll run 4 miles on Friday and 20 TWENTY! miles on Saturday. I was tired of running three days a week, now it's four days a week until the marathon. I don't have time to do anything else excpet work and run, work and run, work and run. When I'm not working or running, I'm training for the big martial arts tournament that is happening a week before the marathon, October 8. Wait. Did someone say October 8? That's my birthday! I think I might have mentioned something about it earlier (GiantEagleWhiteCakewithWhippedCreamFrosting). So, the times when I'm not working, running, running, running or training for the tournament, I'm just too darn exhausted to do anything else!

I can't wait for the marathon to be over. I'll never do it again. You guys, as my friends, please remind me of these words if I ever dare utter the phrase "I think I'd like to do another marathon." I'm holding you to it.

My birthday is coming up (GiantEagleWhiteCakewithWhippedCreamFrosting), and I've decided that since I'll be 36, I can start using the excuse "I'm just too old for that" when something comes up that I don't want to do. For instance, "Hey Kimber, you want to train for a marathon with me?" I'll say, "No, I'm just too old for that." or "Hey Kim, do you want to spend all afternoon raking leaves?" I'll say, "No, I'm just too old for that." See what you all have to look forward to? Getting old is not all bad.

So, my legs feel like two 100-pound lead weights today, but I'm going to go out and pound some more pavement this evening with my sis. Ugh. There is one bright spot in all this whining…this is the last week for the loooonnnnnggggg runs until the marathon. The long run next week is only 10 miles and it tapers off from there. Now, I just need to survive Saturday.

On second thought, I think I'll skip Saturday. I'm just too old for that.