May 16, 2006 § Leave a comment

Three days.
Four races.

One part tender back from assuming the (new) position for race number one.

A dash of self-doubt, mostly apparent as a lingering aftertaste.

Enough artificial courage to (I hope) mask the former.

Cross fingers, eyes, toes and shake it up a bit; baste with oxygen (remember to keep breathing); and continue the countdown.


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