Tomorrow is the big day. Friday was my last day at the gym for some targeted exercises. I literally cried on the way there, being so stressed out about it. I've been anxious just going to the gym, wondering what to do, knowing there's not much more I can do except more of the same, which somehow doesn't seem like enough. I did manage to drag 160lbs worth of plates back a forth on the fake turf at a reasonable rate of speed. A few weeks ago when I tried that I couldn't budge it, so that's good. I love the comments: "I can honestly say I've never seen anyone do that before." " I swear, some of things I see you do look like punishment." And the new question this weekend about the firefighter test specifically: "Are you going to be the slightest person taking the test?"
Maybe I won't need my friend Ken's help with the dummy drag after all. He volunteered to wear a wig and drag the dummy for me. This is a guy who benches over 300 pounds. He asked what I was going to wear so I told him I'd be wearing a fuscia job bra, and so he'd have to shave his chest. "I already do that," he said. TMI!
The weekend has been all about rest and water. I've also been getting up earlier each day all week so that I'm used to getting up before 6AM. I want to eat at 6- 6:15 and leave the house before 6:40. I'm concerned I won't sleep tonight. I know some of my friends who run marathons don't sleep before those. I'll be practicing my breathing and going to my happy place.
Wish me luck.
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