Well...shit.

First, overindulging on meat lovers pizza the night before a race is not a good idea. After many pit stops, I finally arrived at what I thought was the starting area with 20 minutes to spare. The problem was there was no one there! A quick call to my friend Cliff (sorry to wake you, Cliff!) and I find out that the race does not start until 8. Well...shit.

I am actually happy to be an hour and a half early. I had skipped my java at home and now had time to stop by Starbucks for my fix and to...well...you know.

It's 0700, so I have plenty of time to spare...and, well...stretch.

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