26: Day of Rest

I slept for 12 hours last night and woke up exhausted. My foot's hurting. My calves hurt. My hamstring hurts. Old lady Sanders is breaking down. Not even sure what to do about it other than wait it out, sleep some more, hydrate, try-try-try to relax in moments. Keeping this short as I find myself neither entertaining nor inspirational tonight. 26 days to go and I'm fried and scared. Nobody wants to read that story; I certainly don't want to write it. Good night.