First let me say that the Monday after Thanksgiving weekend is the WORST! When the alarm went off this morning it felt like 3 AM not 6, but I digress.
With less then a week left until my first 50 mile race my anxiety is beginning to grow, I start to get buried in my own doubt. I question my training, my body and every other part of the process. These feelings are not new to this specific race; rather a process in itself that I go through leading up to most stressful events in my life. The thing that makes it tricky is that it turns out the rest of the world isn’t exactly on the same page. I have turned into a different person becoming suffocated by the expectations I have for myself and the false ones I think others have of me. I have started to feel like a caged animal….