The picture is of the Cathedral section of the trail, which I did not get to today. I didn't eat enough breakfast before I headed out. Sucked a lot of wind. Almost blew chunks. Took the easy way out.
I topped off the day with 20 minutes of trail running at sunset, which was a real gasp-fest. Then I apparently got a little too close to an owl's nest (or some other bird-of-prey's territory). In the last 2 minutes of the run, this bird swooped my head TWICE, screaming at me. Then I was screaming. And then I was running really fast...not because I'm hardcore, but because I was SCARED, okay? I don't know if that really qualifies as an intact finishing kick because it was fueled by adrenaline, not will or might.
Conclusion: I am in deep doo-doo for Saturday's race.