Cowboy Hazel

The alarm went off at 4:15 this morning, but was unnecessary; I was already awake. Any calmness that I had earlier in the week is completely gone. I'm nervous as shit. Trying not to be. I'm sitting in a bathrobe looking out onto a sleeping Philadelphia, listening to Chevelle and trying to visualize the pace, the course, the finish. Two hours from now, I'll be running. Holy shit.