Big ol' jet airliner, don't take me too far away

Tomorrow I leave for Eugene. Portland actually, and then its a boring two hour drive into Eugene, which actually won't be boring at all since the Pacific Northwest is beautiful. Anyways, I fly out tomorrow morning (Thursday), and the race is Sunday, so I'll have time to kick around some, see the sights and just do whatever until race day. I don't know if I'm ready per say, but the hay's in the barn now, as the saying goes, so I guess I'll deal with it. I don't know what time I'm shooting for, probs around 3:40, but what actually will happen is I'll go out in a 1:35 half and then close in a solid two and a half hours. Its pretty safe to say that's what'll happen-- I'm 4 for 4 on doing stupid stuff like that. I also have a pretty big gash on the side of my foot and another one on the back of my foot. Its probably because the heel in my new shoes is too loose, but I'll have to gut it out since its way too late to change anything. So we'll see how it goes-- I can't do any worse than my last time out at Twin Cities (well, I could I guess, but lets not talk about that)