Tomorrow is Friday, then there’s Saturday and finally Sunday will arrive and I’ll be torturing myself through 13.1 miles.
I’ve lost serious sleep lately over my fundraising goals but thanks to some very amazing and generous people in my life I actually met my fundraising goal this afternoon.
Now I’m losing sleep over the actual running part.
I’m having nightmares about not being able to finish, not having done enough training, not being prepared enough on the day and any number of other stress inducing scenarios.
I am working hard at positive thinking. Visualizing success. And more than anything, taking advice from Jen, a priorfatgirl to take just ‘one step. one breath.’