If there ever was a race that I had zero expectations for, this was it. First, I haven't been running that much these past two months, due to my Achilles , and just general complacency. I was severely concerned about my ability to even run 13.1 miles, much less do it at a respectable pace. Second, this was my first Team Ortho race. Having worked for TCM for a couple years, it's pretty safe to say that I know the good, the bad and the ugly of event planning, and I went in with a complete understanding of how Team Ortho "organizes" their races. Needless to say, my expectations were low, both for myself and the race in general. That's probably what saved me. I woke up on Saturday morning around 6:45, and didn't feel like eating breakfast, so I didn't. I hadn't charged my Garmin, and hadn't given any thought to race day apparel, so I threw on some tights and double layers on top and prayed for less wind than the forecast was predicting.