These past few weeks have kind of put my race in perspective. Pnut hasn't slept through the night in 2 months. That's not entirely true. There was one night, when I was in Atlanta. Since she hasn't slept, I haven't slept. This has caught up with me recently. I'm exhausted. To tired to workout. Too tired to eat (except brownies). Really even too tired to speak. I'm not sure I've formed a complete sentence in the last week.
While I'm excited about the race, and want to do well, it's one small day (6 1/2 half hours if all goes well) in my life. By the time I get home Sunday, it will be back to doctors, sleeping pills and just trying to make it through the day. I know that's dramatic. One day I'll look back and realize it wasn't as nightmarish as I'm making it out to be. But now, in the middle of it, there is nothing else.
That said...I'm going to take these few days and make the most of them. I'm going to enjoy some "me" time. I'm going to race my heart out, knowing Brian is holding down the fort. Knowing I'm well trained. Knowing I can do this.