Could this week be any longer?

TEARS filled my morning. I have never been happier to see that big yellow bus pull up and my 2 lovely daughters get on. PEACE. Breathe. calm.

I made 100 "tarts" for the cast party last night. It took much longer than I thought it would and I am SO glad that my mom insisted on helping. I was super tired this morning, after a stressful sleep, but I still made it to spin. I didn't go all out, I just wanted to keep my legs moving and ease into Sunday's race... 3 more days. Is it possible to clench your teeth for a week straight? That's what I feel like I am doing these days. sigh.

My DH, who honestly does the best he knows how (his family is full of wack jobs) can not understand why I would want to do a race if it's making me this stressed out. He truly does not get the need I have to challenge myself. But this is not the time to question me. This is the time to offer support, lighten my load.

Three more days...