Five days remain until I run my first 50K and judging by the butterflies in my stomach I know this isn't just any other race. Despite the recent arrival of some new life in my legs, the fear of the unknown is still getting the best of me as I wonder what lies ahead and why exactly I decided to do this.
Don't misunderstand my fear, I am completely confident I will finish the race and hope to do so in a respectable time. The anxious-nervous-maybe-a-tad-bit-worried feeling I have is more like what you'd feel before a first date. I'm confident in myself and the plan i've set out, but I just don't know what "she" (the trails) will throw my way.
Come to think about it, running and dating are similar in a lot of ways...but that's a post for another day.
Forecast shows a high of 60 with a decent chance of rain...there go the butterflies again...