22 hours until the starting line. Packed. Organized. Ready.
I remember the night before the Nashville Marathon in 2011. It was my first ever race. I had no idea what to expect. Two years later I'm much more confident hitting a starting line (or a giant coral). But this is such a different animal. The prep is very different. I'm not carb-loading tonight. It's not a distance thing. It's not even a time thing. It's a coordination thing.
I used to joke that completing a marathon was less of an endurance-accomplishment and more of a scheduling-accomplishment with a baby and a husband. This race is amazing. I'm going to bawl like a toddler when we all get across the finish line.