I'm Scared

I'm scared and nervous that I'm going to die during my race next Saturday.  I'm not worried about finishing the race; I'm confident that I can do that. I'm worried that my body's not ready or prepared to run 13.1 miles, after all, the furthest I've gone so far is 10.4.  I wanted to run at least 13 miles this week (cause next week is a rest week), but I'm not sure when I have the time.  In an effort to curve the brutallity of the half marathon Leah took me out for another 3 miles tonight.  We ran to Grandma's and Grandpa's.

Edit: Happy Half Birthday Leah.  She turned 6 months today (the 20th)!