Wow, can I say that it just hit me! I mean, it was barely a month ago (March 12th to be exact) that I ran 4 miles for the first time in my life! And in 2 days I'll be running 13.1 - wtf?!?! That's just insane!!
Today I'm feeling a mixture of emotions. We are leaving for St Louis at 6am tomorrow, so I have a lot going through my mind. I'm feeling a lot of anxiety (packing, getting up in time, getting enough sleep tonight, hoping I don't have nervous-stomach issues, there's rain/thunderstorms predicted for sunday - I've never ran in the rain, what if it gets cancelled/rescheduled, I'm having pain again...which i'm hoping will work itself out by then, I couldn't even run 2 miles yesterday, what if I have to "drop my kids off at the pool" during the race, what if we don't get there early enough, what if we don't get our packets on time or we can't find the place to get them, I'm leaving my kids AND I'm going to be 4 hours away from them - will I have separation anxiety, will they, what if they get sick or hurt, what if the guys go out Saturday night and come in late and wake us up and we can't get back to sleep, what if they are too hungover to drive us to the starting line...). Yeah, can you tell I worry too much??
In the end, I feel excited more than anything. I just hope my body cooperates. My last 2 long runs were AWESOME, so hopefully we can recreate that. I'm really hoping that addrenaline takes over and I just kick some ass. ;)