All week I said REPEATEDLY, "You guys will be FINE. You have to TRUST YOURSELVES. You have to believe that you did everything you could and you prepared the best you could, and whatever they ask you just believe that you are ready and go with your gut."
And then they had their test.
And they were fine.
Happy, even! Giggly. And some even told me thanks for getting them so ready.
Ahem. Perhaps I have a thing or two to learn here.
Because now that their test is over? Holy CRAP MINE IS NEXT SUNDAY.
And I'm starting to get a little nervous.
Okay, okay. A LOT nervous.
I do sort of have this calmness, though, too. I swing between being nervous and thinking OMG WHAT HAVE I GOTTEN MYSELF INTO and you know what, self, you are going to be fine.
Every once in a while I'll have this wave of "it'll-be-fine-ness" rush over me, too. I think about what it will be like to cross that finish line, no matter what happens. I know I'm the leanest and fittest I've been in quite some time. I remember that I am running stronger now than I ever have, and now's as good of a time than ever to go for this crazy goal. The worst that could happen, in the scheme of things, isn't the worst thing ever.
Sometimes I just have this feeling like I'm going to do it.
And then I swing to ACK! again.
I have a feeling this is how it's kinda going to be for the next few days.