So, the big day is Sunday. The culmination of 6 months of training will all be over by noon on Sunday (God willing).

People keep asking me if I'm nervous and, I'm really not. I'm not sure why. I guess I should be, but I feel prepared. I've done my time. I've followed the training program. I logged several 3 1/2 to 4-hour long runs. I'm confident that I'm conditioned to go the distance. I'm ready.

Like any good Virgo, I've planned ahead and am completely organized.

I've printed out my maps, confirmed my registration at the hotel and in the race, I've got my clothes picked out, I've signed my parents up to "track" me on their cell phone.

I've got a Plan A -- sign up with a pace group and run a 3:45 to qualify for Boston

I've got a Plan B -- forget Boston and beat my 1st marathon time of 4:12

I've got a Plan C -- finish the damn thing before they close the course

Whatever happens, I know this — No matter when I cross that line (and I will cross that line) I will have won.

I'll blog the results Sunday night (provided I can walk up the stairs to my computer).