Warm wishful thinking

Tired and ready for bed but the clock doesn’t even read 8pm. My leg is laid over a heating pad tucked inside a pillow case; Jen administers a bandana wrap to keep the pad in place with concern for her charge clear on her face. There is a mile road race tomorrow and I am curious to whether or not I will run. I won’t rule the race out completely until tomorrow morning, but this heating pad will have to work wonders for me to feel 100%. Still, I have never dealt with a cramp like this before, and so I am optimistically speculative that it will disappear as easily as it arrived.