Hippity dippity doo, taper madness can get you too!
Really it has. I can’t sleep, can’t work, I’ve lost weight (yippee!) hubby can do nothing right, I feel emotional… God it’s like PMT in a REALLY bad month. I hate it, I want it over with, I WANT TO RUN A MARATHON NOW!!
I don’t normally like to swear on my blog (which is wierd because I have no qualms about swearing in real life) but I’m making an exception today.
I feel like I am going fucking nuts. I don’t know how I am going to last another 10 days. It’s like 10 christmases ae coming at once…or like I have 10 exams to sit all in the same day…or like someone has thrown me a surprise birthday party at the o2.
Seriously, I think I need to check into the local mental institute. It doesn’t help that work is very stressful. I went for a walk today at lunchtime and thought to myself…what if I don’t go back? If I just keep walking? Or maybe go for a little run…Forrest Gump styleee.
I am having a bit of a headfuck moment, I’m sure it’s down to lack of sleep, stress and the cold/cough I’ve been fighting off for the last week. I’m sure I’ll feel better after the weekend.
Chocolate eaten – fuckloads. Seriously. I am too ashamed to list everything but I have racked up an astonishing 17 vice miles in the last 6 days which is pretty crap considering I am trying to eat healthily! I was 14 miles in the black and I did 4.5 tonight so, somehow I am still just about in the black with 1.5m. Phew.
Am off to bed now to obsess about the fact that my cough is aactually a chest infection, and dream about missing the coach to the marathon (again) or falling over at mile 14. Good night ! 😉