I'm looking at the countdown timer to my race and trying not to panic.
Two days. Ten hours. And change.
I've run a handful of races now, but can't ever seem to get over these pre-race jitters. Every little thought in my head is exacerbated by anxiety:
That twinge I felt in my knee today... is that my old knee injury making a very untimely reappearance?
That sneezing fit that caught hold of me this morning... am I coming down with typhoid fever ?
That pit I feel in the bottom of my stomach... am I dying of cancer???
Everything is cause for stress. Where will I park? What will I wear? What if my alarm clock doesn't go off? What if it rains? What if it doesn't?
When I finally take those first few running steps over the start line on Saturday morning, I'll be ready to rumble.
Until then, I'm just ready to crumble.