Well, if you read my last blog post, you know I was going into this race with some ridiculous history and some current anxiety.
I regret to inform you that anxiety did not magically disappear on race day. Good news, the race got done. Better news, I didn't smash my face. Best news, I did not have (another) stroke at mile 9.
It is all the things at once. Eric and I, along with a marathoner and her husband from Indiana, went up to the Peak this morning and schlepped around a bit. I sucked in the last bits of elevation to try to ensure my lungs are prepped.