Anxiety is a fickle little bitch. I will go days, weeks, months without feeling anxious and all crunchy inside, and then one decision sends me off the diving board into the deep end of the crazy pool.
I have been planning on doing this half marathon for months. I have been training for 3&1/2 weeks. I am doing this. Good good.
Then Mariah goes and finds good tickets for our flight. And buys them. And now I am really doing this. Aaaaand now I am anxious. Can I seriously run 13.1 miles? Are my shins gonna stop being jerks and feel good enough to do this? Is this a financially responsible decision? Is it fair for me to leave Travis alone with the beast for 4 days not too long after leaving him alone with the beast for 4 days?
We're just gonna let this one spin around in my brains for a bit. I'm pretty sure once the crazy thoughts get dizzy, they will settle on a You Can Do This attitude.
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