Just back from a pre-birthday and pre-race dinner at Two Boots. Carbo loading for me and Pizza Face for the girl. We’re both ready for our big day

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The race begins on the boardwalk at 8 a.m. The group is  supposed to meet the team at 7:15 for last minute information and advice from the coach. That means calling Eastern Car Service at 6:30 to ferry me and two friends over there.

After I run 13.1 miles, the fun begins. She’ll be a big eight year old. And I’ll be someone crazy enough to have run a half-marathon.

The coach told us to get a great night’s sleep on Thursday because no one ever sleeps well the night BEFORE a race – pre-race jitters and all. Still, I’m going to try to catch a few winks tonight. My daughter is already asleep, exhausted from anticipation about all that other stuff in her mom’s closet. I’m jittery too with anxious visions of the Boardwalk, Ocean Parkway, the Prospect Expressway pulsing with the strides of thousands of runners. Including mine.

Yours from Brooklyn,
OTBKB