I know it's late.
I'm trying to think of a better way to describe this than what I have already. So I give up.For lack of a better word, the race was a bonefide shit show. I didn't know that many people could exist in one place. And the organizational skills were completely lacking. It was hot and I was running in a burlap sack pretending to be a cotton tshirt. That pretty much sums it up.
You ran in cotton! You deserve a trophy! I hate sweating in cotton anything.
ReplyDeleteBut still very cool that everybody was wearing your shirt!