Clear, beautiful morning although a little on the cold side (temperatures were probably in the low 40's). A half moon almost directly overhead. I was pleased with how good my legs are feeling with just a few days left before St. George. After a couple miles of warm-up, I ran the rest at marathon pace. I'm excited and ready to go. It'll be fun seeing everybody.
I guess there are some doubts about my preparation lingering somewhere in my subconscious as I had kind of a strange dream about the Wasatch Back Relay. I dreamed that I was in the off-van and we were in some nearly deserted little town looking at each other because we didn't know where our hotel was or whether we even had a hotel. We didn't have any food or water and nobody even seemed to know where or when we were supposed to meet the other van. I alternated between blaming myself and then blaming others for our total lack of preparation.
As the probability of us forgetting to plan for the relay is at close to zero as you can get, I must have been thinking about how I should have run more hills before St. George, how I've forgotten to pick up any eGel, how I don't know for sure what I'm going to wear, how I don't have any throw-away clothes to wear the first few miles and so on and so on. I've been through this enough times that I know that I'll get everything in plenty of time, but I guess there's just that fear of forgetting some critical item and suffering greatly as a result. | 