A few nutjobs think tomorrow's the end of the world, so I better get in one more good race while I can. One of my few superstitions is that songs I hear before a run have some mystical meaning pertaining to the run itself. So be forewarned, this is what I've been listening to recently:
That's right, I'm saying if you get ahead of me, you better be able to outrun bullets.
And just to give some creedence to the end-of-the-world theory, my car finally works right. That's got to be a sign of the apocalypse.
Added: I just reread my old race reports. They're pretty good!
2008 Race Report
2009 Race Report
2010 Race Report
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