A lot of things cause me anxiety

Here's some "confessions" on this lovely pre-marathon Thursday.

1. Sometimes I have text my sister before leaving for work in the morning to make sure I look presentable. Sometimes I have to text her three times. Today was that day.

She gave me a cute shirt for Christmas and I thought it was finally warm enough to wear something other than huge bulky sweaters (spoiler alert - I was wrong). Whenever I wear something other than a sweater that I've owned for a minimum of six years, I get serious anxiety about showing up to work looking like the dork who tried to dress like one of the cool girls. This persists even though I don't, in fact, work on the set of Clueless.

This final product

2. Oh, were you wondering what those huge plastic bins that are nearly waist - high in that picture are filled with? Well that would clearly be all our emergency supplies, because I married a doomsday prepper. The other day we were kind of quiet in the car so I asked him what he was thinking about, and rather than his usual "nothing", he surprised me with an actual response. "Things to get for the emergency kit". Right, of course.

3. I have the world's smallest bladder, so any activity that requires prolonged time away from a bathroom causes me severe anxiety. (Side note - that's the second time I've used that phrase in one blog post, I should really seek help.) That state testing that I won't shut up about falls into that category. Last year, I implemented a very specific three pronged approach to make it through. One of the prongs is going into the test dehydrated. I ran three miles on my new favorite toy, the treadmill this morning. I didn't drink any water and when you insist on sleeping in tropical temperatures and then running immediately after waking up, you work up quite a sweat. The good news is that I was once again successful with my state testing plan, the bad news is that purposely dehydrating yourself 3 days before a marathon is pretty dumb.

4. I hate texting people without iphones, because they can't see Emojis. I'm forced to use only this crap - :) or :( and can't express my real range of emotions. If you are one of these people, here are just a small fraction of the emojis that exist.

There are soooooo many more.

5. Eric made me an amazing turkey burger last night, and I made pretty delicious sweet potato fries, and it was all so good I just knew it was an instagram worthy dinner. I don't think I've ever had a turkey burger in my life, but feel free to contradict that Mom and Dad. I can't figure out how to turn that into a confession, unless I confess that it was a gluten free meal, or as I like to call it, out of bread. Unless sweet potatoes have gluten.

6. This is the forecast for my race.

This is a confession, because it, once again, causes me anxiety because it means I officially have zero excuses not to PR. I've followed the training plan, tapered to perfection, and now even Mother Nature is rooting for me. Crap.

Quick, help me out with a backup excuse in case things go to hell on Sunday! I can always use that I was trying to cut down on sugar before the race and I failed. Again.

What seemingly innocuous things cause you severe anxiety?