This week, training is is sucky. I'm frustrated and pouty. Every workout I get slower and weaker, after my workouts I'm sick, and frankly it's humilitating. I completely BLEW UP during the run practice this week. Got about 1.5mi in and detonated - couldn't breathe, couldn't see, certainly couldn't run.

I'm sure everybody's advice is correct: Too fast-too soon, dehydration, not enough carbs, overtraining - aggh! I knew I was going to have to train my body, push past pain and weakness, but I wasn't expecting this to require so much mental training. I'm going to have to completely rewire my head.

And if it only weren't so easy for HER. SHE (who is actually really lovely, smart, and supportive) is just so good! God - I hate it when someone makes it look so easy.

So there you have it. I'm a competative, spoiled brat, who is totally on the glory hunt. I'm sure those of you who know me aren't surprised. Those of you who think you know me need to wise up to the act.