I get nervous about lots of things. I don’t like to make mistakes. Which is funny because if you asked anyone – most think I am bold and brave. I’m not really – it’s just bravado.
I couldn’t sleep last night worrying about our race the next day (Band On the Run – 5 km). What if I don’t get enough sleep? What if I can’t handle the hills? This is a much harder race than the Chocolate Race. (we burned 300 calories just walking the race route) What if I don’t hydrate enough? What if I hydrate too much? Should I run or walk up the hardest hill right at the beginning? What if I can’t handle it? What if it rains? So I lay in bed, counting down how many hours of sleep I might get if I go to sleep right now.
But here I am the morning of, up, hydrated, eaten, and listening to my husband update his FaceBook about his “wife going to do great”. Now he’s proclaimed it. I’d better do it.
June 9th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: Being stupidly nervous about things that just get worse when you get nervous about them. Don’t you think I know that?