1 day till 1/2 Ironman
1:02 am & I’m freaking out. This has got to be the worse race anxiety I’ve ever had. I wrote a whole essay (full of puns & maudlin pities that I could recreate but I’m too embarrassed to repeat). Unfortunately, Facebook apparently called bullshit & crashed with aggression.
Suffice to say, there are tear tracks, wine & worry lingering about the room. But I think I’m over it. For now.
I’m here to raise $ to find a cure for cancer. The race can’t be harder than chemotherapy, right?
Time to put on my big girl panties & suck it up. Here I come 1/2 Ironman. You don’t scare me.