.................Countdown: T-minus 39 hours...............

My lungs are still full of mucus.

My energy level is middling.
(The main reasons I took Thursday and Friday off from

updating you here.)

But I slept for 10 hours last night.

And it's marathon weekend in Boston.

The city is full of nervous energy.

Boylston Street is shoulder-to-shoulder

with runners and their families

coming from the expo back near Hereford Street

to fill the restaurants and coffee shops

and CVS stores

(for painkillers and Gatorade

and commemorative copies of the Globe),

all unabashed in wearing their race shoes

and carrying the neon yellow plastic bags

runners receive

after picking up their race numbers.

I just did the same.

In doing so I came just short of Dartmouth Street

and stepped on a freshly-painted finish line

that was not there yesterday.

I also spent an hour at a reception put on by

Childrens Hospital Boston

with my Miles for Miracles teammates

and my patient partner

Jayla (3)

(and her parents, too)

and cried a little bit,

because

that's just what these kinds of events make you do.

Very shortly thereafter I checked my e-mail

and found that my

"biggest fan"

had also sent greetings.

So life is indeed good.

I'm now going home to sleep some more.