Go Death Racer, Go Death Racer, Go Death Racer Go

Tomorrow I leave for Grande Cache and then I run the Death Race on Saturday through to Sunday.
I’m sick of eating. I need to load up on carbs, but I’ve never been a big eater. Yesterday I had to muscle through the gag-reflex while eating lunch. Too much food.
A fortune cookie I had today announced “You will soon be crossing warm waters for a fun vacation.” Ominous?
In theory, somewhere on the Death Race site you will be able to track my progress. I can’t find it, but then it might only show up while I’m on the trails.
Right now I’m in a dull state of nervous. I don’t know if I’ll be able to do this. Looking at the statistics, I probably won’t.