But just like the Saturday forecast for Killington keeps changing, this feeling of Zen could be replaced with panic at any given second. In fact, I’ve bounced back and forth between feelings of excitement, anxiety, trepidation, and just pure terror. With only 4 days left, however, I realize just about everything from this point forward is completely out of my control, and thus, panicking does me no good. (It probably won’t stop me from the inevitable freak-out though)
I cannot tell you how badly I needed a workout like that. Not only for the stress relief of it, but to remind myself that despite not being where I want to be physically…despite that stupid sickness that took so much out of my training…I’ve still got something. And that’s sure as hell better than walking into this thing blind.
I mean, it could be worse.
Hope had a “Beastmare”, as she called it, last night, in which one obstacle during the race was avoiding real Spartans with real swords trying to kill you.
And even though I know the dudes at Spartan HQ are crazy, I’m pretty sure homicide isn’t on the obstacle list.
So…there’s that reassuring thought.