Twas the night before...

This time tomorrow I should be in Knoxville, Tennessee. And I've never been to Tennessee before so that's exciting. The anxiety I have been feeling all day put aside for a few moments by that excitement, finally. My feelings are closest to the feelings I had those dreaded summer mornings at the pool growing up. I didn't want to be a swimmer. Both of my brothers were very good swimmers. I excelled at nothing (or was it everything) so I was forced to swim the individual medley. All four strokes, 25 meters each and every time I was competing with the other swimmers until I turned for the lap of the breast stroke. I couldn't get my body to move through the water with any speed, I didn't get it. My sister was forced to swim as well, which she hated. She claims to this day she just wanted to go to horseback riding lessons. I don't know what I wanted to do instead of swimming. Maybe Visit a goat farm, Graceland? or maybe just escape from the world for a little while. But I didn't want to jump into that freezing cold water during the early morning hours of my summer vacation, that was for sure. I feel the same way right now. Knowing I have to dive into this pool of freezing cold water. I know I'll get used to it in less than a minute. I know everything will be fine. It's the waiting that's hard. Waiting for the starters gun. I feel the exact same way before a 5k...I just want to get started.