I can't decide if I am secretly hoping that the 60% chance of thunderstorms tomorrow morning means I don't have to race.
Although I have spent all week psyching myself up for this.
But maybe this is divine intervention - I mean of course God/Allah/Yahweh/Flying Spaghetti Monster/the Universe/[insert favorite deity here] totally is sending bad weather to give me a break at the expense of all the other athletes who actually trained for this race.
I'm special like that.
And on a side note, manpris featured significantly this past weekend:
I guess if you win Wimbledon, you can rock the manpris.
Plus, he is a cute boy with an accent.
He can wear whatever he wants.
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