I need sleep

Last night was the fourth night in a row that I got a terrible nights sleep. The thing that kept me awake last night was the fact that I'd booked the hotel for Fleetwood and had come up against some opposition from Graemes' brother who wasn't impressed with the price. I'd spent all day looking for something, and in the end we decided to pick a nice hotel that had zero chance of holding a load of hen and stag party participants! I'll be honest, it's the sort of place that I would chose to stay anyway, but it's difficult trying to pick somewhere where everyone is happy. I offered to cancel his room and let him find his own, but he declined. After the hotel in Cumbria and the nightmare over the hotel (or lack of one) in Isle of Man, I didn't want to chance it.
Incidentally, the Isle of Man marathon has now been deferred to next year. The woman from the hotel spoke to Graeme, and apparently she was really lovely, saying the ferry will definitely be able to be moved and she will give us a special discounted rate for next year. So, that's what is now happening!

Another thing that annoyed me is we had all been sent an email from West Cumbrian Run before the race, stipulating if anything was incorrect to advise them straight away. Again, I get it in the neck because whoever WROTE the email said Paul was 50 on the day of the race. The fact that he didn't read the email until the race was over is another matter. As it turns out, I had put the correct information on the entry, as the website has him down as M40, but he is still moaning at me!

I'm happy to say that this situation won't be occurring again, because I won't be organising everything again. It really has hacked me off beyond belief. People should appreciate how much work goes into trawling through numerous websites... however, he has never done it before, so I suppose he doesn't realise how much I faffed on! Well, he's got it all to come, when he starts doing it all for himself!

Anyway, that was a well needed whinge from myself, and I'm glad I've vented my frustrations.

Today I ran about 4 miles. It was really warm and humid (and had been all day), and for the whole time I just wanted to walk. I, of course, ignored this desire and carried on, almost tutting at myself for being pathetic enough to need a walk. When I got in the house I was so glad. My legs feel tired. I work in a day centre on a Wednesday, and it involves walking up and down 3 flights of stairs numerous times a day. On the plus side, I got a really good sale today which really cheered me up.

Tonight I have some squats to do, which involve weight now. I'm waiting for an hour or so before tackling them. I'll be getting another email tonight with advice and information on my training. I'm starting to get quite sadistic with myself, wondering how far I can actually push myself. I suppose that's a good attitude to have, especially considering I am going to be pushed to my limits.