Fear

So, I'm officially announcing that I am registered to do this in June:

http://www.ragnarrelay.com/wasatchback/index.php

Honestly, I am freaked out.

I am not a runner. I am not an athelete. While others were participating in sports in high school, I was sitting -- playing violin, playing bassoon, reading, doing homework, making out with boys -- not running. I fenced, which was cool, but it is not an endurance sport like running is. I must be crazy.

The night my friend Amy called to ask if I wanted to do it, I did not fall asleep for hours. Then I decided to commit. To face my fear. The afternoon she called and said she was signing us up, I felt literally sick to my stomach for a couple of hours. Call my a wimp. Call me a coward. After June 20, if I'm not dead, there will be one less reason to call me either of those names.

I'm ignoring the discomfort my flat feet are causing me. I am ignoring the apparent exercise-induced asthma I am experiencing. Bring it on Ragnar. You just might kill me.