Freaking Out.

I'm not sure how much more I really need to go into it.  I'm fuh-reaking out.  Big time.  Three weeks ago, 5 miles wasn't a problem.  Last week, I struggled with two.  What the heck?  This week I am starting over with the training plan.  Completely over and will follow it week by week, to the best of my ability.  I have to.

Because I'm freaking out that running a half-marathon isn't going to be possible.  That I won't be able to do it.  That I'll get too tired or give up or just plain old puss out.

Yep, I said it.

To be honest, I'm scared.  My training days are limited to either a treadmill or a quick jaunt around the neighborhood because school hasn't started and we all know the story behind my husband working 5,000 hours a week.

Le sigh.

It is what it is and while I'm freaking out, I am not going to let it keep me from trying my hardest and completing a half marathon.

So there.  I said it.  I'm freaking out.  Or scared.  Or both.

Whatevs.