Today I counted: 47 days are left until the Portland Marathon. I realized this, and then I said, "Oh. Shit."
I feel as though I'm under-prepared, even though I'm totally not, and I have this overwhelming sense of failure lingering above my head for some reason. I blame this on recent events in my life. Clearly, I have not yet failed. I have 47 days until that might happen (ha... sarcasm).
But still... oh. shit.
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This is a good sign. You always feel impending failure before your races and then you kick them in the ass. So, really, it would be more disconcerting if you were on top of the world. 47 days? Pshaw, you'll rock it!
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