It's finally here. I've trained for this weekend for four months. I've logged over 566 miles. I've dragged my ass out of bed at 4:30 a.m. more times than I care to count. Even when it was cold. And dark. And pouring rain. And I had one too many glasses of red wine the night before. I have the support of my friends and family, who have helped me raise monies for an organization that I deeply care about. Hell, it's pretty much my life. I'm ready. Really ready. There's just one thing I'm worried about. And this morning, it hit my inbox.