I'm losing sleep. I'm excited and nervous and all wound up like top with a broken spring. The day has finally come.
Tomorrow I will set off with my pack for what will be my biggest adventure yet. I barely know the eleven other people that I'll spend the next 24 hours with. I say barely because I don't even know all of their names. What if I have to go to the bathroom? What if I get tired and cranky and need my space? What if I get carsick squished in a van with sweaty, stinky racing cronies? What have I done?!
Am I afraid that I'm the second youngest person on the team yet the slowest? A resounding YES! Please wish me luck and if you see me give me a shout out- just don't honk or I might run off the road!