That the night before an event I have a butterflies and won't be able to sleep? This in spite of the fact that there is absolutely nothing at stake (except for the ribbing Murphy's Law will give me if I don't manage to post a time that's at least somewhat respectable). I don't understand it. I'm sitting here with my stomach doing flips and picturing every step of the 5K in my mind. Over and over again. It's only 3miles. Heck, I'll walk the stupid thing if I need to (and I almost certainly will walk some of it. Hey, I'm comfortable with my middle aged masculinity. Stop that laughing ML).
It's sick. There's no other explanation for it. I care about what a bunch of people I don't know and will never know think about my ability to haul my 240 pound butt around a 5K course. That's strictly for charity. Tell me that's not twisted.
It's not like I don't have experience in competition or having to perform under stress conditions for outcomes that had a real impact on my life. This is literally a cake walk, one Lu and I are doing just so we can exercise and generally do something fun together.
I'm never going to get to sleep and we have to be in the staging area at 0530. Anyone got an Ambien?
Oh, and as for my time? I plan on lying. Often and spectacularly.