Someone once told me I wear my heart on my sleeve.
Whether that's a good thing or bad- I don't know.

Yesterday, Sunday, while at work this Spanish couple comes into my store and he quickly greets me and says its good to see me.
Um... do I know you?
My initial thought.
Of course I said nothing of the sort.

I was helping his girlfriend locate a basic black whicking moisture tank and he approaches me while she is in the fitting room.
He then asks me if there is something bothering me.. it seems as though there is something I am deeply focused on and that my energy is steering in that direction. He then explains that it isint that I'm not happy, but am nervous or is worried about an upcoming event.
WHAT THE HECK.
Normally I answer frankly but today was not that kind of day. What am I supposed to say?
I was stunned.
I responded with a casual... I'm great!

10 minutes before this incident I was browsing the Gorge 100k website.
They had posted a 100k Preview with a run down of all the elites racing.
My idea going into this race was to not over think things.
Just to enjoy the process, the ups and downs, the adventure 61 miles of running brings.
Reading this just somewhat made the butterflies in my stomach start fighting.
Hench why this man I've never known just read me like a Nicholas Sparks book.

I'm not completely sure why I got nervous after reading the entry list.
I do consider myself still so fresh to this ultra community, I can't help but get the jitter bugs before race day!
61 miles is no joke!

T-minus 5 days till I will be toeing the line in Oregon yet again for another 61 miles.
Less than 2 months ago I was running Sean O’Brien 100k here in beautiful southern California.
Last week, oh boy, last week was tough. Tapering has gotten the best of me.
I"M GOING LOCA!
CRAZY IN THE HEAD.
ABSOULTELY BANANAS.

I'm still exercising, yes, however not to the extent I want to be.
Adventure awaits and yet I'm doing short boring runs and spending time at the gym... it just makes me so lackadaisical.
Say that word ten times fast... pisshhhhh.

Tapering has proven wonders during a race and that is why I am strictly enforcing myself to continue it.
I have to admit, I enjoy having the time to clean my apartment, do laundry, catch up with friends... blah blah blah.
The things you do when your not running 4-8 hours of your day.
Isn’t that normal?
I have all this stored energy and I can't really do anything with it except have dance parties.
Dance parties in cars.
Dance parties at work.
Dance parties at the grocery store- YOU NAME IT.
(Don't doubt me- I may be a terrible dancer but these parties do exists).

I leave for Portland Thursday night and meet up with C-Los at the airport around 10pm.
I'm flying in from Burbank and he's flying from LAX but arriving the same time. PERF!
Honestly, I don't know what to expect.
I want to run strong.
I want to run smart.
I want to take some epic pictures.
I want to eat some stellar vegan food.
I want to taste some yummy beer.


Until then I'll try to not eat tubs of hummus in one sitting... starting tomorrow.
I still have a container of almond butter in my purse, you know, when I need to get my fixin.

THE COUNTDOWN IS ON!

Till next time,
peace, love, happiness.