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.