really? running anxiety...?

I hate this. If it wasn't for Erin telling me that the same thing happens to her sometimes then I would think I was really coo coo. Well, maybe I am crazy (looking at "coo coo" written out is wierd) but at least I am not alone. At any rate, it is 12:35 and I am sitting here stalling. I stayed up WAY too late last night--didn't go to bed until after 3:00. I haven't done that in so long I can't even remember. Now it is late if I am up until after midnight. This goes against my natural night-owl tendencies, but is a necessity since I have to get up at 5:00 for work. Anyway, the plan was to get up and run right away. But I woke up to Mr. C on the phone with his dad telling him that the pass is really bad and we might not come until tomorrow morning. Ah...I should know better than to change my plans according to such statements made by Mr. C. He is notrious for making bold statements and then changing his mind. But when I want to believe something then by golly I will. It is not that I don't want to go. In fact, I am really looking forward to it and would rather get there sooner than later. But when I am in bed, trying to get some more sleep, I am inclined to believe anything that will prolong the snuggle time. And now I have a grumbely tummy, which isn't conducive to a good run.

But I will go get into my running clothes, take a Gu, and go out. Will I carry water? Why not. I want to wear my ipod, anyway, and my fuel belt gives me a spot to put it.

Just a six miler/hour run...whatever.

Oh, and I have this really wierd pain/twinge that keeps rearing its ugly head right in my left achillies area...well, it is more at the bottom of my calf but on the inside. When ever I rub it or poke at it it doesn't feel painful. It is just odd.

The phone just rang and it is Mothership and Mr. C is speaking really bad french to her. She just told him she doesn't understand him! Funny. I understood it, though.

I better go now.