Two weeks and counting

Ok, I'm getting nervous. I'm not too proud to admit it. In two weeks I'll be running 26.2 miles. Or at least trying to. When I think about it, really think about it, I know I can do it. I know I can finish. But then I realize it's more than that. I don't just want to finish... I want to finish well. I think I said this exact thing last year before the half (and if I weren't so lazy I'd look back at those posts and verify that). Half of the course I've done before, since the half marathon is simply the first half of the full course. There is supposedly a not-so-nice hill on the second half of the course somewhere. I think this is what scares me most of all. I'm not familiar with that part of the city so I have no idea what this hill is like. I'd feel more comfortable knowing the lay of the land, knowing how much energy I should be reserving for that hill. I suppose this is one of those parallels with life... you don't always know what's coming up so you just have to do the best you can when you get there. And I will, of course. But I'm still nervous.