Hello nerves

It's just freaking running, and yet here I am, feeling nervous.  All I have to do tomorrow is get out there, put one foot in front of the other, and complete the course.  How hard is that?  The husband has commented that I've been really "out there" and "off" all day, which I'm assuming is from me feeling a little out of league here.  I can do it, I know I can, but how well can I do it?  I don't want to be last.  :(   My goal of finishing in less than 2:30 (that's 2 hours 30 minutes) seems incredibly daunting now.  A week ago, I was arrogantly thinking that 2:10 might be plausible.  Ha!  Yeah right.  If only I felt 100% as well, then maybe I wouldn't be so anxious.  Lololol, maybe the doctor was right and maybe I DO have some sort of anxiety disorder! 

Breathe.  I've come a long way.  When my friend C presented me with my 12-week training schedule at the start of the year, I almost choked when I saw the mileage I'd need to put in.  The first week ended with a 5-mile run.  Holy crap, could I do that???  And then it just built from there.  I haven't run 13.1 miles before, but I've done 12 once and 10 multiple times.  I have to just trust that my base is there and I can do this.  Counting up all my miles from walking and running, I've put 200 miles toward this (198 to be exact).

So, tomorrow morning.  One foot in front of the other.  Breathe.  Focus.  Enjoy?

E modeling the shirts I got for this race.