It was warmer today, in the 70s (still chilly for the first days of September, but hey, I’ll take it). Our first XC meet is tomorrow and I am sort of freaking out… I timed myself at 22:17 (5k, with no inhaler) a few days ago, and I’m hoping that if I use my inhaler I’ll avoid totally dying at the end. But our home course has a couple little/biggish hills, so it’ll be interesting to see how that works out… I’m nervously excited and anxious, which is a complete 180 from last year, when I totally dreaded meets and racing. I think the difference is that this year I actually want to try and to do well and am willing to put in the effort.
shirt – older brother’s
belt – younger brother’s
shorts – UO
shoes – gojane
bracelet – some art fair
sunnies – mom’s 70s vint 😀
Then there was this little guy under the bird feeder… morbidly ironic, I feel…
So yeah. Going to read Anna Karenina for a bit, then go to sleep early again (9:30 last night!). Wish me luck!