With one week to go until Hyannis I am officially ready. FOR IT TO BE OVER!!!
No lie, I'm just ready to get this shit over with.
Yeah, yeah. It's "about the journey blah blah blah" Please don't make me barf...
|This is a good sign.|
I hate the ones at mile 18 that lie about being "almost there!"
I have been complaining excessively to my poor coach about all my various imaginary maladies and severe boredom in my training log. Luckily, she finds me amusing and continues to put up with my shenanigans. Eric has taken to wearing ear plugs while in speaking distance from me as to avoid the constant flow of marathon disaster jargon.
I kid, I kid. Kind of...
|I plan to, thank you very much!|
In reality, all moaning and wailing aside I feel (except for an
hourly, I mean daily, oops weekly) panic attack, as prepared as I possibly can be. At this point there is NOTHING that anybody can do about it even if I am woefully unprepared so I might as well just suck it up.
One week. I'm ready to do some epic shit and get it done!