Still freaking out about the CDC. I told Barb that I was going to die. She said I'm not going to die, I just can't think of anything better to do.
People who recognize me at the gym are even noticing that I'm stressed out. They keep asking if I'm ok. It's really the fact that I've never run this far before--the whole unknown thing. I've done ten, so I need to tell myself at that point in the race, just one 5K to go.
I worked on my legs, butt and hips with a little core (can you tell I'm paranoid?) and then ran 3 miles. Probably should have done 4, but the arch of my foot was starting to hurt, so I cut it short and came home after an hour an a half.
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