Half Marathon Eve

Here I am, sitting in a Greektown Casino Sports Bar, drinking water while the man drinks a tasty Vanilla Java Porter. Why? Because my half marathon starts in less than 12 hours. My panic this week has been at an all-time high- poor Jim has put up with so many mood swings, he deserves a medal (yes, I'm buying his beer tonight) just for supporting my training for the last few months. 

I'm checked in, laid out my clothes for the AM, checked the easiest route to the start line in the morning...but it's hard to rest. It's hard to trust my training, to know that I can do it. I mean, worst case, I get bussed back to the finish line and I get to keep the t-shirt. Best case, I cross the line around 2:45 mark, get my medal, cry tears of joy and pain, and shower. 

I'm as ready as I'll ever be... Bring it on, Detroit.