One day to go.

I'm here in CT, staying with my brother, and this time tomorrow I'll be sitting on a towel in Staten Island, waiting (and waiting) for Wave 4 to get called to the line.  My brother will get a full hour plus start on me, so I'll have some solo time once he leaves.  I plan to read a throwaway thriller novel and also get in line frequently for the portapotties.

 

 I'm psyched about this.  And thankful for every one of my donors.

I'm psyched about this.  And thankful for every one of my donors.

On Thursday (first day it opened!) we went into the city to pick up our bibs at the Javits center.  Seeing all the other runners walking past with their clear plastic drop bags and their numbers made me feel jittery and proud.  The convention was fun.  I splurged on a rain jacket and a t-shirt (matching with my bro), and took a lot of dorky running photos.

 

 Exhibit A

Exhibit A

I did three shakeout runs this week, one at home, two here.  Hill training.  I practiced my mantras and thought through how I'll handle the bridges.  I tried to channel gratitude... I am so glad to be here and healthy.  I was freaking out about the weather because the east coast has decided to have a new season called Hotumn, but it looks like tomorrow will be 60 and light rain, which, fine. I guess no need for my sunglasses.  I'll bring and wear my hat but may toss it toward the end if I get too warm.  

So, I think that's a wrap!!  Race report to come.  Nerves taking over today....  But I'm ready to go.