"I'm scared to DEATH! 26 MILES? Am I out of my mind??"
"No self....you'll be fine. You did 13 miles Monday and you weren't even sore after that. You'll finish, no worries."
"But that was 13 miles, not 26. Again. Am I out of my mind?"
"Self.....stop freakin out! You rested, ate a big pasta dinner....your hydrated.....you're good to go."
"Underwear. I'm worried about my underwear."
"Shut up. You're gonna chafe regardless.....deal."
*starting to get teary eyed*"I DON'T WANT to run 26 miles tomorrow!!! What if its a million degrees? I'll overheat. I'll sunburn."
"Breathe self. Relax. Do what you can do. Just aim for the finish line."
*dramatic sigh/long pause* "Ok. But I don't have to like it."
"No you don't, but try anyway. Go to bed and stop blogging."
"I ate too much pasta. I can't go to bed with a full tummy."
"Seriously? Really? We're having this conversation?"
"Ok, fine. Going......"
It's pretty likely I won't be able to walk for the next two or three days, so be assured I will let you all know how it goes. Pray for me. I'm gonna need it. I'm pretty sure this will be me at the finish line..................
