10 Words in 10 Days…Day 5
1. wild or distraught with fear, anxiety, or other emotion.
What is it about leaving on a jet plane that makes me frantic? Until I am on that plane and securely fastened in my seat belt can I take a deep breath and relax. I suppose because by that time it is too late to do anything anyway.
It’s funny, because its not like I’m going to the moon. I mean, there are grocery stores, and drug stores, and Targets in New York, too. If I forget anything, I can just buy another. But still, travel makes me frantic. In fact, anytime I’m more than 10 minutes away from my stuff, I get frantic.
I have one medium sized suitcase, and one carry on. I have packed and repacked at least a hundred times since Monday. I have a warm weather running outfit, and a cold one. I have a rain poncho, and a rip away tyvek rain suit. I have all my vitamins, wonder drugs, EnergyBits, and even packed my own Vito Coco Coco Cafe coconut espresso water…just in case. I have two pairs of sneakers, my running passport, my Neon Is My Color bib with my name on it, two pairs of compression socks, my hydration belt…hold it…did I pack my hydration belt? I still have to be sure I can fit what I want fit in the pocket of it! Damn!!
I don’t know what the hell I’m so worried about. It is just a run. A 26.2 mile run. In a city far from home. In BOSTON, for God’s sake.
What me, worry? I have no reason to be frantic. My mom and dad will be in New York when I get there. And my sisters, who will be accompanying me to Boston. If anything, it will be a great time in a great city that I have not visited since I had a job interview there in the late 1980’s. 1980’s? Damn, I’m old.
All I have to do tomorrow is damn near everything. Then get my husband to take me to the airport. Then board the plane. Then I can leave.
And then the panic can REALLY set in!
BRING IT ON!