The Nerves Are Creeping In

I keep thinking and saying I'm not nervous, but I can see the physical signs that indicate the nerves are indeed there. My hands are dry and terrible, as my ezcema seems to flare up when I freak out.

Tonight we had our big send-off potluck. We picked up all of our information, our race singlets, and our gummi bears (one for each mile, a gift from our run coach, Lorrie). We asked a ton of questions. We talked about what to eat the night before and when to eat it. We talked about what we'd eat for breakfast (this varied from oatmeal to PB&J to eggs and toast). We talked about the weather and what we'd wear. We talked about the tank trail we'll be running on for a good 6 miles or so. We talked about the hills and about how difficult this was going to be. And after all that, we decided that this would indeed be painful, but that we'd all be just fine.