I’m officially starting to FREAK.OUT. Every time I think about next weekend I get butterflies in my stomach. And then my heart starts racing. And then my palms get sweaty. And then I start hating myself for signing up for this stupid thing.
I set my alarm to go running this morning before work. Welp, that didn’t happen. My excuse is I’m too tired after the long weekend. But after I pressed snooze, I started dreaming about the marathon. It haunted me. I woke up every 10 minutes until my “get up for work” alarm went off.
I think back to last week when I was really excited by just watching the route preview. That excited person is gone. Oh god, there go the butterflies again.
On a lighter note, the forecast for Sunday in San Diego is 65 degrees…perfect.
In all seriousness: What do I eat this week?? Carbs? Lettuce? Fruit?