...the morning after.
Great words of encouragement from the peeps. Unfortunately, my time SUCKED, unofficial: 5:14. BUT, (and everything after "but" is bullshit), I didn't d.n.f., as badly as I wanted to/should have. Walking with a cane now. Stoney's finding it hilarious. Good. Now I'm screwed, gotta do it again to beat this fiasco.
Tom called, bless him, to make Boston he'd have needed 3:35. SHIT.
Monday, November 2, 2009
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