It is tomorrow, the race is, and I am very much not ready, mostly because of the lack of training I have done since the beginning of the London trip. (I was doing very well prior, but.) My doable goal is to finish closer to 80 minutes than 90 minutes, which should put me ahead of about 15 percent of the participants, and you can see if I met the goal Saturday afternoon (so they say) over hereish. (The chip time is the time that I care about -- it is the time from when my left foot crosses the starting line to when my left foot crosses the finish line.)
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
