Time? What Time?

The hardest thing about training for a marathon is finding time for it. Ever since I have gotten home I haven't seemed to find enough of it. I work two jobs, five days a week. I hardly have time to sleep anymore, let alone run. I've already missed a few workouts, because I overslept in the morning and was late to work. It's the worst feeling to feel like you are failing at meeting your goals when it isn't even to the hard part of training yet. I find myself feeling frustrated at myself a lot lately. It makes matters worse when I finally do go out to run and can't finish the workout, because I am not as strong anymore from missing workouts. Part of me knows I can do it. Somehow that part of me needs to find a way to overpower the other part of me that is exhausted. I asked my bosses to drop my hours just a little, and hopefully that will help. I can't ask for any less or school will be impossible to afford.

On a happier note (I think), the weather here in the Seattle area has been a little crazy lately! The best feeling in the world is pounding through mud and pouring rain on your run. I love when it is raining so hard that my clothes stick to my skin and water drips down my face like waterfalls. It's almost like heaven-- call me crazy.

Last week I was about to go on my long run and saw something similar to what I've seen the past week or two. It looked something like this:

I thought to myself, "Oh, this is Seattle. It'll probably fizzle out after the first couple miles." After all, the weather here can change from raining hard to being sunny within a half hour. Boy, was I wrong. Two miles into my 14-mile run it started hailing outside and showed the beginnings of what soon turned into this:

I had to come home early, because I was not properly dressed for the weather. I had hives on my stomach and ankles from the cold and wet. The weather has been like this long enough that, once again, I am missing workouts. Hopefully it melts away before the long run on Friday!