And the countdown begins.

In four days, I will either finish or die trying. I will wake up at 5 a.m. and put on my dryfit running tank and shorts and special socks that wick away moisture. I will tie on my broken-in Asics and I will fasten my hair into two neat pigtails. I'll make sure my orange nike watch is strapped to my left wrist and I will probably have a stomach ache. I'm already anxious and I see this only getting worse, so to try to curb the anxiety, I treated myself to a piece of cherry kringle courtesy of a client - probably not the best choice four days pre-race. Don't tell.