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Since when did my bed become the place I think?

I have always slept easy, as long as its not hot. I hit the pillow and am out in 2 minutes. I read an article a while back about an elite marathoner who was struggling with her training because her insomnia affected her sleep. I felt fortunate to not have that problem.

Until about a year and a half ago. I took on some personal endeavors and had trouble sleeping. That passed. Then a bad break up. That passed. And now I'm exhausted and can't sleep. There are some things going on at work that I believe are impacting this. I just didn't realize how bad it had gotten until last week.

15 minutes ago I was teary-eyed I was so sleepy, laying on the couch watching tv. Wash my face brush my teeth and I'm wide awake at 1am. And I'm rethinking everything. Usually fighting or training. I know. Worst calming activity ever. But it's running through my mind, keeping me up. And the frustrating part is, I see it impact my training. It affects how tired I get, how much I can tolerate, how much I can process...all of it.

Frustrating but this too shall pass. Probably not before I have another melt down to one of my coaches though :)

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