Lets light the fires and kick the tires!

It's that week.  Whatever my performance will be, it's locked in.  This week i will not get stronger.  Or weaker.  I won't gain any (actual) weight, or lose any.  I won't get faster.  (but I may get slower.)  The weather is not likely going to radically change. All i can do is wait.  And NAP.  

All i want to do is sleep.  I know that scientifically, you can't "bank sleep", but i'll be damned if i'm not going to try my hardest.  

I still haven't finalized my outfit yet.  The hang up is what shirt to wear.  I am not used to planning for 50 degree weather...should i wear long sleeves?  Arm warmers?  Ugh, first world problems.  I am both nervous, and serenely calm at the same time.  My current emotions can best be interpreted by this picture:

The best way to eat 200 hot dogs is also the best way to run a marathon: One at a time.

I don't know why, but this picture sums up taper week for me.  I am that fat cat, looking at an enormous challenge ahead of him (his is what must be at least 200 hot dogs, mine is a mere 26 miles)  But we both want it really, really bad.  This cat is my mantra for the race, and i will think of him when things get hard.  I even printed this photo and hung it by my desk.  I freaking love you, cat staring at 200 hot dogs.  I love you.  

What are you wearing on race day?  Does this cat make you as happy as it makes me? Did you get a chance to nap this weekend?