Pre-race meal: Chicken carbonara.
We cooked bacon this afternoon. And chicken.
Then, we headed to the Y to pick up our race packets.
It was kind of like Christmas, digging in to see what kinds of goodies we had. 
Water bottle. Snacks. A long-sleeve, running T-shirt. And most importantly, our numbers. I’ll be the one wearing “4”. Phil is “5.”
We have a plan for the morning. Where to drop the runners off. Where to park the car. Where the kids can see us run past. What the kids will do in the meantime till we reach the end.
We’re ready to go.
Here we are, post-rapture.
Kidding, of course.
All that’s left to do is drink some more water, sleep, wake up, dress and head out the door.
Tomorrow, then?
See you on the other side.