I’m nervous.

Tomorrow morning, I’ll put on my sneakers–as I do every-other-day–take Gunther the Wonder Dog, and walk my youngest daughter to school . . . about 1/2 mile away from home.

Then, I’ll go to Central Park and . . . run.

Except, this time will be different than any other run I’ve ever been on in my entire life, including the one and only time I ran in the NYC Marathon, in 2003.

I’m running 29 miles. (more…)