The Night Before

Once again I had forgotten how awful I feel directly before these events.  Once again I am tempted to drive to Vegas instead.  I mean it’s on a sign right there on the highway. 

The week leading up to the flight was absolutely awful and by Wednesday we were preparing to cancel.  I spent Christmas Eve crying while shovelling the driveway (in -20).  Our vet, Petzoic, saved the trip.  We had to medically board our 15 yr old kitty so she can have vets looking after her in case of a relapse. I hate that she’s not at home but we need her healthy. 

So here we are.  I know how incredibly lucky we are to be able to do this.  I’m still nauseatingly anxious (because cat and race).  I have moments of great excitement followed by absolute terror.  For BLU I started that race after a nice taper, feeling great.  I’m emerging from the fifth circle of hell mentally and physically for ATY.  Narrator: let’s see what happens.

In the meantime I can see the course from the motel window and the live feed is on TV.  It relaxes me.