Apologies and warning

So I'm pretty much the laziest blogger out there, so sorry, my fault, I'll work on it.

Yeah, it's 5:30 in the am, and so in an hour, in a perfect world I would be waking up from 12 blessed hours of beauty sleep, refreshed for the miserable 14 mile run I plan on enduring for three hours after I load up may siblings into a double jogging stroller and hike them down to the track to clock in 56 laps while my parents board a plane to Chicago to acquaint themselves with the head-quarters of my mother's new job. So with the 'rents out of town, I will be installed as overseer of the household preparing for our grandparents in the evening who will be crashing with us for the week while mis padres scope out the Windy City.
So anyway back to that 14 miles thing I'm supposed to do in about an hour, my long run prep has consisted of grocery shopping and volley-ball tryouts (Made JV, a fact I am extremely bitter about, since my friend who is of equal ability and who I played club with, made Varsity, her in would be some extra 3-4 inches and leaner frame than yours truly). Yeah, then I had to go and chug one of those "Cranenergy" 46 oz. drinks at 11, so brilliant. Midnight, my mom finishes packing and kisses me goodnight and says go to sleep since lately I've been barely regaining consciousness somewhere around 1 in the afternoon for the last week, seeing as all I've had to attend where v-ball tryouts at 5:30. Anyway point being I have to babysit four exceedingly "extra-grace-required" children all day and if I sleep through the whole morning lord knows what kind of gory and war-scene like disarray I would find in the living room when I came down stairs. So I genuinely tried to will myself to sleep after setting an alarm for 6:30, the time mom and dad where getting up at to catch the plane. I figured I'd see them off and just put the sleeping babies in the stroller get my run out of the way and take them for ice-cream at Baskin-Robins after they woke up, figuring we get to the track at 7:30ish, I go steady 10:30/11:00 min. I could be done by 10:30-11 o'clock and if they managed to sleep comfortably in the stroller they very well could sleep through my run which would make my job so much easier.
OH! So, back to the "Cranenegry" thing, so by 1, I put my book down and make an honest attempt at sleep, give up at 1:30 and dig my book back out and grab a glass of water, by 3 I've got groggy wanting sleep feeling in my stomach so I try, honestly, to go to sleep and can't, I pull out Proverbs and do a late-late-late night Devo, yeah no luck, I'm not wired but I'm not sleepy at all, I'm semi-bored-exhausted-saggy eyed just out of it. So now after knocking out some 7 odd chapters in my book, it's 6 in the morning and in a half hour my phones going to start it's unholy ringing telling me to get my butt to the track and start actual training for that marathon I keep telling myself I'm going to run. Last I pulled it off with my parents at a semi-run/walk hybrid motion, involving pumping your arms while bouncing on your toes, for seven hours. It was like rapid Chinese water torture on the balls of my feet and the simultaneous burning of my quads and calves. So yeah, I'm so looking forward to this year...