Now only hours away. I hear the drum beating quietly, slowly. What the hell am I doing? 50 miles? Is it too late to back out? (gulp)
I'm off to DC in a couple days. Maybe the enormity of all the memorials and statues and buildings will put this measly little 50 mile race in a bit more perspective. I'm mean, c'mon, 50 miles is like a drop in the bucket compared to the distance between the earth and the moon, right? We'll be in DC for a couple days before we head up to Boonsboro, Maryland for the Saturday morning start. My sisters are also driving up from the Carolinas for the weekend and I finally get to meet my little niece Zoe!
I had another record breaking taper week. I feel rested and in relatively good spirits. Sadie hates the taper weeks. She's getting more antsy than I am and is bouncing off the walls wanting to go run. She's addicted. I'm still having to do the old "I'm going away for business" routine on race weekends. It would kill her to know that I'm going on these epic runs without her.
Next stop: JFK 50 Mile!
At least I don't have to run there.