For the last three days, I've felt a day away from the race. Everything is just so ready that it's killing me. Heidi will look over at me every once in a while and say, "aren't you gone yet?" I know what she's saying. It's like time has stopped while waiting for the start. Hell, I don't even know what tense to write this post in.
I'm now just a day away from going. I packed on Saturday so there's nothing to do there. I've been going into all sorts of odd minutiae to keep myself feeling like I'm moving forward. But I have to catch myself every so often to remind myself that I'm not Lewis & Clark, I'm going on a frickin' 2 week race that ends at a luxury beach-front condo, I don't really have to acclimate myself to the wilderness to the point that I can make my own venison jerky. Besides, there are no deer on the open ocean.
I'm as prepared as I'll ever be. I just need to find a way to speed up time to catch back up to my schedule.