I think it's finally sinking in that I'm actually doing a triathlon on Sunday. I feel ready, for the most part, but am still very nervous. I've heard the course is very hilly and a decent chunk of my competition will be military cadets. I'm not looking to win or anything -- just to finish without incident. Sure, I'll push myself, especially on the bike segment (which turns out to be slightly longer than I remembered), but my goal is just to finish.
Out of the blue yesterday, I got a package from a woman I know through work -- we've served on a committee together for years. The package contained two bags of handmade Italian pasta and a very sweet note wishing me luck. It was a complete and utter surprise and was very touching, but it did really hit this thing home for me, and made me realize that it's real, and that, no matter what, I've got to get through it.
That said -- I need all the luck I can get, so bring it!