Since the hubs would be shooting at the 4.5 and 25 mile posts, we picked out a post-race meeting spot around the corner from the finish line rather than battling to find one another in the family reunion area. He headed over there after I passed his 25 mile spot and I walked there straight from the finish; it worked out great.
After choosing a meeting spot, the hubs sent me off with one last good luck hug and I headed for my corral. I got to the last corral somewhere around 6:15 or so and there were just a handful of runners hanging around. I claimed a spot on the curb and got in some gentle stretching. I ate a Clif bar around 6:30, an hour before race time. And at 6:45 I made a visit to the port-a-pottie lines just outside the corral. When I made my way back around 7, the corral was still mostly empty so I grabbed a space on the sidewalk and stretched-those-hips. With the hip pain I had in the 2 weeks leading up to the race, my primary concern was not being able to walk, let alone run, through the potential pain.
As more runners started filing in, I staked a claim on a curb space inside the corral, across from the 5 hour pace group, and settled my bum on the ground. Too many strangers' backsides came way too close to my face, but I was happy to be able to sit and made conversation with a few runners near me. I ditched my throwaway hoodie just as the gun went off, and it was another 20 minutes before I crossed the line. Absolutely perfect running weather at the start! I wouldn't have froze without the hoodie, but I was more comfortable with it. Definitely no pants needed though.