It's Starting to Sink In

Ok, so I'm mostly packed, and I've actually realized that I really am serious about toeing the line to Run D'Amore 100M tomorrow morning; not just playing a practical joke on my knees. I've been so casual about the whole thing, maybe even not talking about it too much, fooling myself with that deceptive math, trying to stay relaxed with no time expectation (I just caught myself considering going sub 29; but it's not going to happen). It's a 100 damn miles that I started training for about 4 weeks ago, with 4 runs that culminated with an 8 mile long run. I only have one 100 under my belt (one buckle on my belt) so I'm no veteran. My calf will be staying together with lotions, compression sleeves, and Rock tape. On the other hand, the buzz on the accompanying Facebook group is one of excitement and panic, and it's contagious. I'm looking forward to meeting new runners, running with old friends, and sharing that short 2 mile strip that forms our loop. I bet there will be a 100 stories shared, and maybe that will be enough to cross that finish line. For the 50th time.