Goat Milk.
Some people get nauseated from nervousness when they think about running a half marathon. I can honestly say that when I think about Goat Milk, I don't get nervous or nauseated. Gaseous. Yeah... I get gassy at the thought of Goat Milk. (Befitting since I'm lactose intolerant).
Three Days!! As odd and crazy as this sounds, the thought of needing a port-a-potty never even crossed my mind. What kind of food would be served and my free t-shirt is what I am actually worried about.

I am not nervous about the run on Saturday. I am nervous about making it their on time. I know how to get there - my trial run took me an hour. I know I can shave off at least 15 of those minutes by getting on the Trace in Clinton. Once on the Trace, is a different story. I expect a convoy of cars going to the same destination. For the most part, I do my best to be positive and not cynical. But I would not be surprised when arriving at the camp grounds, that same routund basset hound shows up to test my ability. But I've got my strategy down this time. The race in March... my first. I was a novice, wet behind the ears with goat milk. Sure, he bated and switched me with the chocolate lab, but I know better now. He can't shake me. He can bate and switch me with a mule... I can't be fazed! I'll even let him pass me up early... boost his ego so high his ears won't touch the ground. It's all science. Just stay in his tailwind. I may even carry my keys so I can jingle them while I trail him, just so he knows it's me lurking in the wings. Then, at just the right moment, speed out like he was standing still. I'll leave a trail of doggy biscuits for him to find the finish line, how 'bout that? I know what you're thinking - 'She's lost her mind'. That's okay. It's become personal now. Mano y Canine. The four-legged vs. the two-legged. Hound vs Human. If any of you see him before Saturday, you tell him I'll be waiting for him at the starting line and that he better have his A-game with him. I'll be the one with the jets on, ready to smoke him!!!
MARATHON ON, BABY!