We begin with the obvious starting line sentiment:
When one competes only with oneself, one wins and does, indeed, whoop some ass!
The race will begin, and can I just tell you how much I wish this were on the back on my shirt with blinking lights surrounding it?
I probably have no room to talk because I did stop cold during the first mile in a Half to pick up some money a few years ago. "But, that's entirely different!"
And, then I will run and I will run and I will run and I will run and I will gasp and I will run and I will run and I will spill some water down my face because I missed my mouth and I will run and I will run and I will note the money I see but not stop because it's so rude to do so with people behind me and I will run and I will run and I will wonder why I keep signing up for these and I will run and I will run and I will start to really stink and I will run and I will wonder why I can't see Mile 13 when I passed Mile 12 a million hours ago and I will run and I ... will ... finish!!
At which point ...
Sweet.
I seriously can't wait!! Let the road to the finish line commence!!! Here we gooooooo!!!
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