I think I am obsessed with running. Or at least I am obsessed with talking and thinking about my training. Seriously. I need to get a life. All I can think about is how what I eat, what I don’t eat affects my running. Add in my water intake for the day or a missed run… and I am slowly driving myself crazy.

Surely all this will pass, right? This ING NYC Marathon training is driving me bonkers. Am I doing enough? Am I worrying too much? What is wrong with me? I know it’s just a 42 km run with 40,000 other people. Should I really be this obsessed or paranoid? Please tell me all these self doubts will finally work itself out come race day?

Maybe I am just driving myself bonkers because my legs were a little sore today. I don’t know. Gosh. Why do I do this to myself? I took some comfort when speaking to a colleague today about worries about screwing up a story. This comes with the job as a reporter. You are always second guess yourself, your writing, what was said etc. Sometimes I think it’s just me. It’s not. I’m not that crazy.

A lot of my self-doubt and paranoia stems from my career and lack of family support. I’ll get over it. I always do. Maybe it’s my time of month. I don’t even know what I am writing about now. Anyway I began writing to say I am a little obsessed with my running when I should just chill. Stay tuned.