T-Minus....

Less than a week till my Half and I'm as ready as I'll ever be. Minus one sore ankle from last night. I'm an idiot sometimes. Beer will do that. Icing it with two bags of frozen fruit wrapped under an Ace right now...seeing as I can walk on it, I think I'll be fine.

I didn't train this one to break any records. I really just wanted to run over the Hoan.

And for whatever reason, when I signed up for this race on January 31, I didn't think too much about 13.1 miles in JULY. I was probably wistful about running outside in my skivvies. I'm trying really hard not to look at the weather because, honestly, the weather for the day won't be the weather for the day until the day arrives. A couple days ago I saw that it was only going to be a high of 70. Now not so much.

But seriously, it's six days out. Anything can happen. The T'storms would be ok though...T'storms means cloud cover means I'm happy.

If it's not one thing it's another and odds are I won't be recovering from the stomach flu this time around, but if it's 85, humid, and sunny on the morning of the race, I'll feel exactly the same way as I did in April of last year: knowing full well I might not make it all the way to the end, but getting out there anyway. What do I have to lose except a little dignity when they find me passed out on the side of the road at Mile 7.

I was planning on doing a final 8 miler today, but the ankle thing messed that up. Hopefully it feels better tomorrow and I can get in a shorter run, keep things loose.