Went hard as long as I could.
Took a nap like a six year old.
Drove to Sebastapol for some lunch.
Went back for the swing shift.
Things were rolling along.
Metaphorically or otherwise, we ran out of batteries just past mile 40.
Cool Hand Luke is on the TV.
A bottle of local Zin and a loaf of Sourdough from Whole Foods.
Batteries re-charging, memory cleared.
Tomorrow we race.
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