Here goes. Tomorrow morning will be my final weigh-in of the twelve week Slimfish competition. It's been a grueling experience. But all the hard work comes down to whatever number spits out of the scale at 9am manana. Right now I'm almost 25 pounds down with one final morning run to do.
At work, I left behind my scale and change of clothes. I'll get into the city in the morning, head out for a run along Embarcadero, shower up, and then see what poundage I'm at. I honestly can't wait for this to end. It's rare that I've had the lead in any competition. I don't like it. I'm obsessive and super concerned about the fellas in second and third place. They shouldn't be able to catch me. But they could. Nah... there's no way! But maybe they'll figure out a way. Is it possible? Paranoid I am.
I can't wait for this be done. I'm over it.
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