EAT. SLEEP. TRAIN.

i've reached the level of healthy obsession with my training program. we tell ourselves it's a healthy obsession to make ourselves feel better. right now it's making me feel a little nauseated. i've been going over numbers in my head, on paper, on the calculator. checking my past race times, split times, start times, finish times. estimating my upcoming start time, split time and finish time. figuring out my required pace. required. that's a scary word. this is when running changes from a leisure hobby to that healthy obsession.
last week at Nike Club we finished our run in 30:12...
"that must have been more than 5k" as I struggled to catch my breath after sprinting it out against the boys
Since they all carry the new fancy schmancy nike ipod sneaker systems that calculate distance everyone checked...sure enough 5.6K...but one guy had a GPS watch in miles...so we spent a good 10 minutes calculating his distance in miles to kms...finally we had to go into the store and borrow a calculator to determine that we had actually run a total of 5.77km. we opened our gatorade cheers'd to our ridiculous obsession with numbers before parting ways til next week. it makes it ok when you're not the only one.
anyways, 13 days and counting til the big race. you'd think after completing 5 I wouldn't get nervous anymore, but it seems the more I run the more pressure I put on myself...training's done, nothing left to do now but rest rest and rest, hope for good weather and get excited.

EEEEK