Apparently I was not paying attention when I registered for the prosey race at b-hill. As Kramer notified me, the damn thing starts at 7:30. Don't get me wrong, by then, I've normally had two cups of coffee, walked me dog, ate a little something, and at least twice a week am in my cement bunker getting ready to get the kids excited about public administration. But a 7:30 start. How the heck am I supposed to digest my oatmeal by start?
Ah, who cares. I get to play the domestique roll with the elite squad, and get to see my long lost buds and their new twins. And maybe even a Hubes sighting as well.
But damn, 7:30. I'm nutz.
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