Excuse me while I freak the eff out. It’s the night before my first marathon, I’m sort of doubting myself, I keep thinking my knees hurt, and I’m worried about everything from Porta Potties to when to take gels to which socks to wear ( compression or no?).
But most of all
I’m really freaking excited.
(Drinks weren’t consumed today – but I might be thinking about one of those bad boys as soon as I hit that finish line).
Marathon #1 – Let’s Do This.