I knew there wouldn’t be much sleep the night before the race, but the adrenaline has already kicked in, which surprises me a little.
I’d already been up to pee at least five times during the night (hydrating, et al.) and it was so hot in the girls room (where I slept) that Grace tossed and turned until eleven. I was up before five when I gave in (or gave up, depending how you look at it).
Only a hormone being excreted from my adrenals could be responsible for my alertness at this hour. I am, after all, heading out for my first marathon in exactly twenty-four. Adrenaline combined with mixed emotions packs a powerful punch.
Hope to rest tonight, but it’s looking bleak.
Off to drink something green!
Happy St. Patrick’s Day