It's The Final Countdown

I hope that after reading the headline everyone has that horrible song stuck in their head.

So it is Sunday evening at about a quarter until 5. One week from right now I hopefully will be writing about how cool my finisher's medal is. Probably I'll be writing about how much my legs hurt. And how upset my wife is that I talked her into doing this.

Actually I think she is going to have a great time and feel very rewarded when she is done. She has never been in a race before. What an exciting experience this will be for her.

So Friday night we made our final gear purchases. She got a long-sleeve technical shirt just in case it is cold (last year it was freezing) and I did end up getting a hand-held water bottle. We also got our GU (4 tri-berries and 2 mandarin oranges).

Today we took a Wog after church in full dress rehearsal. We wore the clothes we will Wog in on Race Day (well my lovely bride wore the new long-sleeve just to make sure it would be okay but she'll probably wear a short sleeve she had already worn), I carried the new water bottle and even though it was cloudy today here in Houston we wore our hats. (Well technically my wife wore a visor)

You may laugh a little bit but the last thing you want to do is be in the middle of a 13.1 mile Wog and realize that this shirt chafes or this water bottle is really a pain in the ass and not worth the weight it adds to only one side of your body. In fact this is what has kept me from buying a water bottle to carry. Now some of you may ask why not get one of those Amphipod belts with the water flasks that attach? Good question. For those that have no idea what I am talking about here is a pic:

Here is my reason for not getting this: I think I'm too fat and the bottle would gouge into me. The truth is, most of the stuff made for runners is not necessarily made for Woggers, if you know what I mean. Let's be honest, most running stores don't have a big and tall section. Maybe this will be the motivation I finally need. Maybe this is what will push me over the edge. The wish to not look silly wearing a water belt and hoping to fit in with the skinny people. Not for myself. Not for my family. not to get off the CPAP or avoid on-set of adult diabetes. No, I'll be motivated by the urge to buy gear.

It's hard to believe we are only six days away. On Thursday's blog I will fill you all in on the schedule for the weekend. The plan for the rest of this week is a nice brisk walk every night and contain our excitement for the Big Day.