That's what I visualized during my last run tonight. I can see the yellow digital clock ticking away as I pass under the finish line, about half a minute under my goal time. Three-O-Nine, Thirty-two. Hey, this marathon training thing is only 90% physical. The other half is mental. (Special thanks to Yogi Berra for that one)
My last long run was supposed to be somewhere between 8 and 10 miles, but I stopped after ticking off 7 miles at a 7:10 pace. My calves are still tight, and were tightening up with each step. Like Doug said--My performance isn't going to be enhanced at all by another mile or two, but it could be hindered. And he would know, as he's been fighting a hip problem for a while now.
I'm really looking forward to this weekend. It will be good to see all the people running with the NF Marathon Team. As of this point, we've only met through emails. It'll also be great to see family (my sis is coming in from Portland to run a 3:30) and the post-race celebration on Sunday is going to be fantastic.
Notice there's not much hesitation in my mind at all about the outcome of this weekend? It's officially time to completely focus on that number, that pace, that goal. I expect to succeed. We'll let everything else work itself out on Sunday.