Butterflies

The marathon is finally here. Several months of mediocre training will tomorrow be challenged by 26.2 miles of DC blacktop.

I'm curiously optimistic. Ignorance is bliss. Pain - bring it on!

These are my chariots. My thrust-vectors. I know they're ready; I hope that I am.

Just don't let me lose to Oprah. She ran the MCM for her 40th birthday and finished in 4:29.

I'll sleep now. Pray, then sleep.

Pray for me.