I’m normally not much of a hypochondriac. I tend to catch the common cold about three times a year, but not much else. But let me tell you, there’s nothing like setting a date 14 months into the future where you have to be healthy and energetic and happy to make things start to go wrong. As the date has been approaching, I’ve become increasingly anxious about keeping my self healthy and unhurt. I have this fear that I’ll hurt myself doing something stupid between now and then.
Warning – This post contains graphic images of foot tumors and frowns.