I'm still not freaking out yet, but a switch flipped yesterday when I was putting up my Out of Office message at work. A palpable sense of dread has finally settled over me. But that's a good thing. It shows a healthy respect for the race. Right?
Anyhow, here's my "Did I really pack that?" sanity check picture so I don't have to dig through my stuff to answer that question:
Slightly less organized than it should be, but I think I can see all the important stuff in there somewhere. Its all stowed away in a bag, not to be seen again until Sunday... or maybe sooner.
On a different note, I need to pass along some good mojo to all the Rogues and Austinites and Daddys going to Boston. My son painted a sign for all of you:
Start easy, finish strong!