I have an hour before my self-imposed early bedtime.  I’m itching to write, but my anxiety about tomorrow’s race is blocking up my head. 

It was a stressful week, and I’ve consumed enough carbs for 5 people, I think – not the good kind.

This busy time of year feels sort of like a marathon.  I know it’s going to be hard.  I know I have to plan ahead and prepare, and I know I have to pace myself.  And it’s a challenge every single time.  Some years have more hills than others, and this year feels like a very long, steady incline.  Hopefully I’ll get to the top and have a burst of thrilling adrenaline to see me through to the end.

I’m fidgety.  I’m itchy.  I’m uncomfortable.  I want to run.  I want to work my body hard and put it away wet.  Well, after a hot shower, anyway. 

Bring it on.  I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. 

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