It’s 8:30 PM, and Team Carollo is bedding down for the night. We had a wonderful carb-loaded dinner at Ziti’s Italian Restaurant a couple hours ago and have been reminiscing in one of our hotel rooms ever since.
We’ve covered years of territory from when Kevin was in “The Music Man” in grade school to when Keith and his step-sisters got into a knock-down, drag-out fight to late night popcorn to writing to working to everything in-between. It’s an added benefit of having Team Carollo all be family members. We have a long history together.
Tomorrow begins early and is fraught with logistics. Kevin leaves on the shuttle for the starting line at 7:00 AM. The three of us will see him off, wearing our team shirts. Then we’ll board a shuttle at 9:30 AM to get to the eight mile point where we can cheer him on. (See previous blog for more details.)
Kevin has three goals. First, he’d like to beat his personal best marathon time of 2:43. Failing that he’d like to run a respectable race. And, failing that, he hopes to finish. After all, anything can happen in 26 miles.
As for me, I hope that however it goes Kevin is pleased with the final result. The rest of us are just pleased to be here.