Stressed to the Max

Annnnnnnnnd I'm back...

This week has not been a good week for running.

Yesterday, I wasn't feeling quite up to par (golf terminology since the Masters start tomorrow), so I called in sick to work.  I'll be honest - I hate sick days.  You should be taking the whole day to rest and heal, but you spend the majority of your day answering e-mails on your Blackberry or worrying about what you might be missing at the office.  There's no fun in that.  And no, yesterday was not a beautiful day like Monday, so don't think I was outside running or playing with Cameron in the sun.

My whole day was spent sniffling in the library, pouring over Arabic material for my final tonight.  I feel good  OK about most of the material that will be covered on the final, but I am really concerned about the dictation and the conversation section.  Arabic script is quite difficult.  It is commonly called "worm" and is written right to left on the page, instead of left to right like in English/Spanish/French, but I have a good handle on my characters and Arabic alphabet.  However, my pronunciation and conversational skills leave something to be desired.  Oh well.

Between anxiety over my final, exhaustion because I didn't sleep well and the mounds of work I missed yesterday, my stress level has increased to a fever pitch.  I will be so glad when this week is over, and I can work out all my frustration on my 12 mile run.  I need to pound the pavement really hard.

Btw, I want to dedicate a blog this week to a good runner's diet. so look for that to be the focus of a blog in the next few days.

Cross your fingers, pray for me, wiggle your nose, whatever you do...because I'm going to need it on my final tonight!

Happy running!