nesting ...

I'm nesting.

And don't ask. I'm not pregnant.

But, I do have this unending urge to clean my entire house from top to bottom. To purge my already rather limited wardrobe. And to organize the heck of my life.

Apparently, taper is rather similar to the last weeks of pregnancy.

It hit me approximately 2.38 hours after I finished my final training workout yesterday.

And it makes total sense. Isn't scrubbing the bathroom the first thing you want to do after finishing a 45 mile bike ride and 10 mile run?

Yeah, I thought so. Sounds like a blast to me. (Note: That's really not sarcasm. Totally being serious here.)

I know my nesting is just a side effect of my anxiousness. When I feel uneasy, I need to create a sense of control. And how do I control things? I bust out my OCD hat and clean. Because in case you didn't realize, things just got real up in here.

Six days from now I'll be in the midst of 70.3 miles of pure endurance.

And there's not a whole lot to distract me between now and then.

This is going to be interesting.