One week later? Feeling pretty good.
There’s a fair amount of emotional labor (worry) involved here. It may be a mirage. Can’t tell yet.
It sure has been a test of my faith and an exercise in self-examination.
Why am I worried?
It’s only a race, right? One stupid little lap. Four-hundred meters. About 54 seconds of my life.
Why?
Why does it feel so important?
Gotta go. Make it a great day, because if you don’t, who will. Carpe diem, jeff noel 
PS. Maybe it’s so important because it’s impossible. Let me pray and think about that one. Have you any advice on chasing impossible dreams?
