Surf City Half Marathon

The race is hours away.  I've never "raced" anything more then a 10K.  But I've run high enough miles to know that barring the unexpected, the race should go fine.  Still, this isn't a training run, it's a race.  So there's more pressure.

I finally met Chris K today.  First we met up at the race expo.  Racing Dawn was there too.  We all had a nice visit and then walked the expo a bit.  I was looking for a plain white bandanna or relatively wide head band.  I couldn't find anything close.  I would have thought that a plain white headband would be a fairly easy catch.  Nope.

Chris K bought an EFX bracelet.  I'm dubious about almost everything, but I did the "with" and "without" balance test and I must admit there is a difference.  I'm sure that in a few years we will come to find that the the cosmic energy emitted by the hologram makes you sterile, because it's all just a bit too mystical to me.  That said, I'm still taking the chance - I have a necklace that someone gave me awhile back and I'm going to wear tomorrow.

Me, Racing Dawn & Chris K.  Kovas had to go use the bathroom.

Later on, Chris joined Mary, Ian and I at Sebastiani's, one of our favorite restaurants.  It quickly became clear that I eat way more than Chris does, and I actually felt self conscious about it.  It was like I was completely ignoring one of the basic tenants in the quest for elite athletic prowess by eating (some) calamari, (most) caprese and (all) chicken pasta - a/k/a too much.  But every bite was so damned good, and I'm no elite anyway.

Besides, if I finish the race tomorrow in under 1:45 I reckon I didn't do anything wrong anyway.