We're officially here.  I've officially got an official paper number to pin to my (official) chest.  I officially bought the official jacket at the official expo.  And yesterday, while driving West on the Mass Pike, I officially go my first real taste of race nerves.  When we were passing the Framingham exit, after driving for what seemed like a long time at 70 miles per hour, I realized we were not too far past the halfway point, and 26 miles is officially a long way to run.  That little bout of nervousness has since turned back into excitement, but I am sure its a taste of what is still to come. I did my last official last training run this morning, and I'm officially ready to go!