T minus 32 hours

Our coach says we need to get at least 10 hours of sleep tonight ... which I believe might be more sleep than I've had in the past two nights ... so instead of waxing poetic about each of the pictures in this post, I just want to point out that the third member of our GO DEANA GO team arrived on the scene today.

Welcome to California, Margaret!!

Welcome to California Brian and Alexander!!

Look ... BOATS!!

We spent a few hours sight seeing this afternoon before ...

... we picked up our race packets and bib numbers at the convention center.

We took pictures of totally random things that had the word "Marathon" written on them and we freaked out A LOT that we are actually doing this (OMG! OMG! OMG!) in less than two days.

We went shopping for some last minute supplies...

Including some very important ... um ... race gear.

We rode a diagonal elevator while impersonating the Verizon bars.

And we went out to dinner. Of course by the time we went out to dinner, Margaret and her crew had been up for almost 24 hours, although I'm sure you'd never guess that they were tired from this picture. Poor Brian actually fell asleep while he was eating his french fries. It's just a good thing Charlie was sitting next to him or he might have done a face plant right in to his ketchup.

The man that sat at the table next to us during dinner told us that he was going to be pushing his wheelchair in the marathon on Sunday. He has apparently done marathons all over the world in his wheelchair. When the kids asked him how he hurt his legs, he said that he fell out of the sky like something from Chicken Little. During a parachuting adventure, his parachute didn't open and he broke his back which resulted in paralysis from his waist down.

It's a miracle he's alive. If it was me, I doubt I would have survived. If the fall didn't kill me, the realization that my parachute wasn't going to open most definitely would have.

So not only should you never parachute ...

You should learn how to swim.

Lastly, you should sign up for a marathon at some point in your life. Because if the mere registration for this race is any indication of how much fun we are going to have on Sunday, I'm sure we are in for the best adventure of our life.

Or ... something.

Thank you again - a million times over - for all of you who have helped make this possible. Although you aren't here with us ... you are definitely in our hearts.

Especially you, Deana.