I took Bart out into the woods behind the schools this morning for an easy 30 minute run. He is really getting too old to run, although he still loves to try! Gee, I hope nobody says that about me. Anyway, I let him set the pace and stop to drink from the river as often as he wanted. He set a perfect pace for this run, with just a few days left until my race.
I don't really feel nervous or anxious about Massanutten but I am feeling very irritable about work today, which isn't like me. Normally I might think to myself how stupid or inefficient something I'm being asked to do is, but then just let those feelings go and do what I'm asked. Today I found myself grumbling to Bart about all the annoying work things that lay ahead of me today. It's bad enough to catch myself complaining to a dog, but Bart is completely deaf as well. If I am complaining about work to a deaf dog, I must have some anxiety going on after all!