Day 3,984 —Into the Storm—

 

Sometimes, I fantasize about seeing a giant tornado coming towards me. It is wider than a four-lane highway and taller than a skyscraper. It is so loud that I cannot think or do anything.

I went to get an MRI scan today to see if there are bacteria in my stomach from birth that are contributing to what’s going on in my belly button. I was so nervous about. They told me not to eat or drink in the morning, so I decided to wait to run until I got home, so I wouldn't be tempted to drink in water.

They were so nice to me at the hospital, but I hate the hospital. I hate thinking about all the time I spent there as a kid with my older brother and other people growing up. It is not like I didn’t enjoy being there for other people, but every time I go to one, I want to find the nearest exit.

When they went to inject me with something, the nurse said, “Wow, you got good veins!”

I said, “Yeah, that’s what I have heard.” But she didn’t hear me. I have been having a hard time talking over a whisper.

The other nurse said the same thing and asked if I worked out. I said that I try to stay active, but I was talking so quietly I could barely hear myself.   

I worked on the video for hours yesterday and got it down to a 1/3 of the time that it was, but I just don’t like it, and I have a feeling I wouldn’t like the other videos I have made today either, so I am going to give it a moment and come back to it.

I felt good today, and my legs felt almost fresh, and the sun was shining. I am thinking I am ready for this 200-mile race; regardless of what happens, I have done the training.