OMG I almost forgot to blog!

I'm lying here in bed feeling so accomplished at the tasks I succeeded in this evening - 1) balancing my budget 2) washing/drying/hanging/folding laundry 3) making an amazing arugula & sweet potato salad - and just as I'm setting my alarm to wake up at 5:30am I realize... BLOGGGG!!!! It's only day 5 and I almost FAILED the challenge!  Getting in the habit of writing repeatedly is no easy feat!  Moreso, I have stories to tell and themes to expand upon and by the time I crack my laptop to do it I'm exhausted and cashed out.

At this point sleep is clearly equalling less than 6 hours - because I am DETERMINED to get up at 5:30am again and conquer the beast of Griffith park.  The hill.  When I started training for the marathon... I HATED that freaking hill.  I would run with my group and just decide - nope!  I'm walkin' it.  This hill is an asshole.  It's really tedious, steep, ongoing, and lame.  I will walk it.  The very first time i tried to tackle it - i was out of breath and lazy.  The second time I tried to tackle it I walked even more, because I knew how stupid it felt to be running.  The third time I tried to tackle it I thought -- okay... maybe halfway up running... and then I walked the rest.  The fourth time I tried to tackle it, I assumed I'd walk, but I'd kick it off with a run... and wouldn't you know, there was only one quarter left of the hill before I broke down to walk.  It took me completely by surprise.  My little butt and thighs were on a mission to prove my mentality wrong - and they charged me up that hill before I could cease.  And once you do it just once!  You know you can.  Now...I can tackle it.  A full little running motion all the way up to the peek.  And then I pass out.  BUT.  I hate every second and step of it, but every step gets you closer to the end... I will OWN this hill tomorrow.  and forever.  

aaaaaaand my eyelids are closing.  night night.