|Glutes all day.|
|It's February! What!|
One week from today I'll be in Florida, tossing and turning and trying to sleep before my first two races. I am so excited to see my sister and fart around at the beach, but just today I got my first hit of nerves. The, OMG 30 miles is a long way, what was I thinking, kind of nerves. But I have a busy weekend planned and a full first half of the work week, so hopefully I won't have too much time to think about it.
I'm tired and every twinge in every joint is giving me a panic attack. I am hoping to get a good night's sleep tonight. It will be nice to run for "only" an hour and a half or so on Sunday and not 3 hours. I'm casually thinking about a spring marathon since my training is already mostly there, and then I think, "But 3-hour runs on the weekends, probably in the snow," and the idea goes out of my head for a while.