Just Mush

This morning, things finally got real. As we sat throug meetings and trail reports, the Knots I hadn’t felt all season slowly started twisting in my stomach.

I have been so sure and confident with too much to get done to have time to worry. But here we are, in the final stretch and suddenly  I’ve realized what it is I’ve signed up for. It’s not just a thousand mile race. This is the race. Growing up, whenever I faced what I thought was a gargantuan task or something that seemed near impossible I told myself this is your Iditarod training. Soccer pratices where we did wind sprints until some of the girls puked. Waking up at 3 in the morning to summit mountains. Overcoming my fear of heights to be a rock climber.

All my life.

This is the goal that has pushed me forward.

And now here I am, standing at the edge of the cliff waiting to jump in.

Anticipation is the worst kind of worry.

But for now, I’m telling myself to just breath deep. Travis has a mantra – Don’t sweat the small. It’s all small stuff. And I’ve been repeating it over and over. 

Don’t worry.

Just mush.

It’s all just dog mushing.

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