I'm going to tell you a secret. I'm a little bit of a worrywart. Okay, that's not really a secret...
I tend to over-worry in anticipation of something big and new. Heck, I was anxious about flying United instead of Southwest when my husband and I went on vacation. (The United plane had those plastic-and-metal chairs bolted to the ground in lieu of their fabric seats.) Yet, all of the events I worry about ends up going smoothly.
But, anxiety is being a bit of a bitch.
I'm kind of anxious about the marathon. What the fuck did I get myself into? What if I can't finish it? What if I drop dead like the first guy who ran a marathon?
I'm sure it will go well, and that I can get that finisher's medal.
But dang, does it seem daunting right now.
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