count down to my year & New Bed 1/2 marathon

ran 3 yesterday, comming to terms with the grim fact that my long run this week will most certainly be in the rain.

i have just enough time to gear up for this 1/2 marathon...very small margin for error.

sighs.

blog/run crisis

proving once again, how terrible at consistency I can be.
I've been paddling about, 3-4 little runs a week...

long run scheduled for Valentine's day...see if i can't squeak in 10.

Then...I need to reorient...points...yadda yadda...

It's hard to accept the fact that for me, weight is a seasonal occurance....this "thing" I do, cannot be good for my heart... but it's better than not fighting at all.

Taking a good long look at why, in the late afternoons- wheat thins are the most appealling anti-anxiety tool I have...harkens back to childhood- comming home to an empty house....(single working mother) and entertaining myself with crackers, cheese and basic cable.

I had a relatively happy childhood- but this particular relic sticks out in my mind these days...

I'm not a latch-key kid anymore...or am I? Is there an equivalent of a self-imposed latch-key adulthood?

Sure running helps allay that particular anxiety and fictive isolation...but sometimes the compulsion to carbo-nest far outways my ability to slap on my tights.

So today, I'll rest...and to the wolves tomorrow.

Happy V day.