Nice to see a little activity in the thread!
2Young: it is certainly normal that you are getting anxious. One thing that you need to start thinking about is getting extra rest the last 4-5 days prior to the race. The night before is not nearly as important as the other days, and you most likely won't sleep much that night anyway. Plan naps, sleeping in, and getting to bed earlier. Also, don't plan on shoveling any snow, mowing the lawn, walking around the mall, etc. the few days prior (= be selfish and rest).
Prosopsis: Wear your running shoes on the trails, and long socks are a great recommendation.
Bentley: Some of my favorite memories of both of my daughters growing up was the times that we spent together jogging. Mrs. Liquors loved it to, as it got her some free-time. As they got older, we'd run to a park; let them play, then run back. Now, our oldest (7) rides her bike while I push our youngest (3). This also allows me to occasionally get in a run with the Mrs. Ours was a gift from the members of my Dept. = the best baby gift I ever received.
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My Update:
My legs were a bit tired yesterday, after 3 fairly hard days of workouts in a row (and I'm supposed to be tapering), including too much racquetball on Monday night; so I postponed my last "quality" workout pre-race to this morning. The run started out pretty exciting (I'll explain later), but ended up going as planned. I ran:
a 1 mile warm-up
1 mile @ 7:04,
.5 miles @ 9:00,
1 mile @ 6:59,
.5 miles @ 9:00,
1 mile @ 6:55, and
1 mile @ 8:30
Less than 200 yards into my run, somebody sprinted out from behind a house (wearing non-running clothes) right in front of me, and less than 3 seconds later a police officer, with lights on and a spotlight turned the corner. I passed him and quickly chased his car down (he was going slow). I told him what I had seen, and he radioed in that a male jogger had seen the suspect. The person he was talking to (dispatcher?), immediately said, "is he wearing blue shorts"; and the officer said "yes he is." The "dispatcher" said, "That's him!" (meaning I was the perp!?!). The officer explained that I had stopped to tell him that I had potentially seen the suspect. The officer then had me give a description, and I was able to get back to my run. Knowing that the person I had passed was headed toward our rental home (only 20 days until the big move

) and that our garage was open; I headed back to our house, checked out our garage, and went into the house to check on my three girls (all three still sleeping!); and went out and re-started my run. When I got back to the neighborhood, there were more than 20 police cars, and police, and police dogs, roaming every street. This is at least a run I'll remember!