8 a.m. start time.
Slower today than yesterday, but still faster over all.
Morning mist wetting my skin.
The audacity.
This dressing is hitting, but it’s probably because I’m just so hungry that anything and everything tastes amazing.
Pre-game chai.
Get the misses out of the way now.
“Little victories” he says.
Maybe this is what they needed.
How is it already almost time for Christmas?
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