Ready or Not

I wonder if, when you are standing behind someone in the check out line at the grocery store, you can tell that they are shopping for a 50 mile race.

Sea Salt potato chips

Ibuprofen

Double stuff Golden Oreos

Tampons (damn, I know)

Oatmeal (to eat on the way there)

Pretzels

Lara Bars

Dried Mango

Bananas

Bagels

Peanut butter

Epsom Salts and Red Wine (for recovery bath, one to soak in the other to soak up)

Snickers Bar

Ziploc bags

Individual packets of Kleenex

Sweet Potato Chips

Coke, small cans

Sunscreen

Bandaids and Duct tape (blister rescue)

Chapstick (Burt's Bees, with a tint, for panache)

I would guess that one might assume a 50 miler or a very bad case of PMS.  Either way, the guy behind me was giving me a rather concerned look.

I am still freaking out.  My heel still hurts, but not as much.  I've started packing.  I'm baking pumpkin bread right now.  I'm printing out a photo of my kids to tape on my drop bag, just in case I feel like wimping out.

One of you darlings commented that it is only five 10 mile runs.  I like that.  If I break it down, maybe I won't break down.    No matter how it turns out, I will have some good stories for you.

No matter how it turns out, I am already grateful for the adventure.

xoxoxox