Ugh. Yup. I have my first half-marathon this weekend. Sunday to be exact. *barf*
I don't remember being nervous at all a couple days ago, of course, that could have been the ultra hot St. Louis weather going to my brain. (110 with the heat index, did I mention humidity... oh, Pacific Northwest how I do love thee.)
Now, I've got this:
What if I faint? What if I have to pee? What if I can't make it? What if I sleep in? What if I don't drink enough water? What if I barf? What if I am the very last person? What if I trip and fall, and break my leg, and have to crawl (or drag myself really) to the nearest aide station??????
Unreasonable?? I thought so, too. Sometimes, you just can't shut off the part of your brain that rides to town on the crazy train. I realize, that I should be fine. Really. Unless, like in India, I get mauled by a damn panther. There aren't panthers in Oregon are there??
May your day be filled with clarity,
Andrea
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