T-Minus 2 Days

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I only have another 9 miles before race day. That's 6 miles tomorrow and 3 miles on Friday as a shake out run. 

"Only" another 9 miles...I mean,  I say it so casually now, but its more miles than many people do in a week or a month or ever. It really is a wild thing the way my body managed to adapt to the load not only during this training cycle, but throughout the time I've been running. 

It's interesting how so much can come down to a single day. I'm working on not getting ahead of myself and living in the moments as they come, but it is an unusual feeling to work so hard for something that is all going to be over in a matter of hours (or, to be specific, it will hopefully be over in 3 hours 10 minutes). It feels to mater of fact and somewhat unceremonious still. But I know race morning is coming and all that changes. I can't wait. 


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