The half-marathon is in 5 days. F-I-V-E days.
What have I gotten myself into? Can I really do this?
Yep, I am officially in panic mode. Completely and totally.
I haven't done crap to prepare for the last week or more, partially because I was sick, partially because the weather has sucked, and partially because....well, I don't know.
I know I can do 7 miles. I do 7 miles all the time. But I have to be able to do 13.1 miles. I've never done 13.1 miles before. Never.
Everything is in place.
I have stuff with the kids situated. The older 3 are going to their father's house Saturday night. The 5 year old is *supposed* to go with his father Saturday night (yeah, right). The 3 year old (and most likely the 5 year old) will be spending the night with some friends and then in the morning, I will leave the kid(s) there while I go and torture myself for 13.1 miles. After the race, I'm going back to their house, where I will promptly crawl out their back door, across the deck, and into the hot tub where I will remain until all that is left of me is a wrinkled up blob of skin.
But I got a new outfit so that I don't look like a dork crawling across the finish line in a nasty tshirt and cutoff sweatpants. At least I'll be color coordinated when they put me in the body bag.
Can I really do this?
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