There comes a moment before every race where you question your preparation, or lack thereof. With the Boilermaker on Sunday, that moment just hit me again.
When looking at the race map this morning, my co-worker pointed out a tree near the finish line, and asked if "that was the tree I died under last year" . . . not exactly the boost of confidence I needed, but pretty amusing nonetheless. I told them if I get through it without puking, it will be a success.
We ran 9.3 miles in Albany up some pretty monster hills last weekend, so I feel like we are physically ready for the race. Mentally though, I am still checking the weather every five seconds, praying for a torrential downpour the entire race.