Maybe I just know that I’m up for the task at hand.

Maybe I’ve finally got my ultimate competition game face on.

Maybe I haven’t walked the cross country course yet (I haven’t.)

Maybe it’s all that xanax I took before I got here.

But seriously.

In the past, the knee-knocking, stomach-flipping, and out-right-terror would start before I even loaded my trusty steed in the trailer.

This time.

Nothing.

I’m almost worried I won’t like it, if I’m not scared sh*tless………………..

Isn’t the massive endorphin release what keeps us coming back to this insane sport??

BUT……………..

check back with me after I actually walk my cross country course. The terror may have set in by then.

Maybe I’ve completely lost it, and because I’ve completely lost it – I just don’t know it.
Isn’t that the difference between crazy people and not crazy people?
The really crazy ones don’t know they are crazy!

Now that I think about it………………………

I’ve done some pretty crazy things this week.
Last night I went to the store to buy food for the weekend. I was thinking it was a waste of money because there was no way I will actually be able to eat anything. Nerves do not equal a happy tummy for me…….

So, thinking what I could possibly eat that would be soothing and that I just couldn’t live without for my first competition at Prelim……………

This is what I came up with.

I’m rather partial to zebras and even owned one (well 1/2 of one), that’s me & ZJ.

Just take my word for it. Though stripes are VERY cool, it wasn’t worth it.

Zebra cakes…………..sheesh…………………

I’m not scared.

I’m not scared.

I’m not scared.

OK, well maybe a little bit.