You're probably envisioning me sitting on the couch watching TV while snacking. While that may be the case much of the time, I'm referring to not having any discipline when it comes to my marathon preparation. Two weekends ago I finished a 10 miles run. Last weekend, I ran 12 miles, and it felt pretty good but Jeremy got frustrated with me because I ran a bit too fast. I just can't help it. I'm not used to runningn with music. Instead, I listen to my breathing and just thinking about pushing myself forward, step by step. Pretty soon, an hour has passed and I've run seven miles when I'm supposed to be taking it easy at a 9:30 or 10 minute pace. Fingers crossed I won't injure myself. And no matter how hard I run, no matter how long I train, no matter what sort of coaching I might receive, one thing is for **** sure - I'd be lucky if I even get close enough to see Tilson disappear into the distance come race day.