The alarm knocked me out of a coma this morning. I didn’t know where I was, who I was, what I was doing, how I got here or where I was supposed to be going.

Then it all hit me like a truck – oh yeah, I’m in Farmington, CT to run a 13.1 mile race. Ugh … all I wanted to do was roll over, fall back asleep and forget that I’m a runner.

Fortunately (????), that feeling passed within a couple of minutes. I’m now sitting in my parents kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee wishing that I had packed warmer clothes for today’s race. It’s a chilly 33 outside right now. It’s supposed to be in the 50s by 8am, but something tells me I’ll be doing some shivering between now and then.

I don’t have any specific goals for today – just run and relax. I’d like to finish in under 2 hours, but I’m not running for time. This will be my first race since Falmouth in August. It’s my first 1/2 marathon since March 2005. My time in that one was 1:50:30 (an 8:26 pace). I don’t plan to go any faster than 8:40 today.

I’ll be leaving in about 30 minutes to meet Kevin and Colleen.  I should probably think about getting ready.

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