Race Issues...

I ran that damned race. It was 99 degrees and humid, so humid the raging wind off the angry lake whipped the air-water into my flesh ripping and tearing with every cursed stride. Translation from hyper-dramatic story to reality--75 degrees, nice light breeze, good race.
Here we are at the beginning of the race:

Notice the gleam of hope in my eye. The steely-cold determination. The smile on Dinah's face. We set out to get 5 kilometers run god-damn it.
Now, the after:

The layer of sweat through my custom-made shirt given to me by the firm. The look on my face. The sad, Elvis-about-to-meet-his-final-toilet-bowl look on my hair. I did run those 5 kilometers god-damn it.