Sitting at the airport in Denver as my flight kept getting delayed, a hanful of passengers slowly realized that they were in the company of fellow runners. A short but enthusiastic pow-wow ensued as the veterans exchanged stories of mud and stink and aches and pains from with questions of sleep and food and pacing and weather from greenhorns like me.
The weather report is as close as it could be to perfect (amazing, consider Oregon is coming off a heatwave, unseasonal monsoons, and lightning fires) for the next two days. Now, all that's left is to get to the mountain and rendezvous with my team, Girls Heart Rockets 2.
If you'd like to follow my team's progress, I'll be twittering the event (how web 2.0 of me!). And no, I won't be carrying my phone with me while running. That's still something I refuse to do.
See you in Seaside!