40:11 god damn it eleven seconds.
I finished that lap shaking and foaming at the mouth. Not sure I can continue to get faster. I smoked that lap. Sigh.
I have burned 2980 calories in five hours.
I’m so mad that I haven’t cracked 40. Ballsacks.

41:xx I forget my actual time and its hard to type. I really want to crack 40 badly but I don’t know if I can hack it. I’ve only put in 24 miles but definitely 24 hard ones. I’m going to have to really push.
Which I do not particularly feel like doing.
I might go inside and get some pizza here in a second.
9 hours to go.

Well I got lost twice but I still managed to turn in a 43:59 (if I recall correctly) first lap. I was pushing it pretty hard but I didn’t feel like I killed it. A lot of guys are turning in sub-40 minute times.
Hopefully I can shave some time off my lap next go round. My legs feel good.
Our little team circle of chairs is near enough to the porta potties that I catch a whiff of pee every few minutes.
Attached is a cell phone photo of my super aero super light bell which was mandatory equipment for this race.

Behold, the single worst margarita ever constructed.

I realize its never really been fun, and I know its been said plenty, but come on airlines. Can we really not do any better than this? At least I have a window seat. Im also next to the bin that contains the defibrillator, so if I should suddenly have a heart attack they have the tools to zap and zort me back to life. Also there is a screen in front of me that offers games and films and shit for a $2 fee. What a racket! They bore and annoy you until they get you on the plane and then charge the hell out of you for tiny comforts.

I am watching the two baggage handlers under my window load the baggage on the plane. They are wearing earplugs and big headphones to block out the engine noise but they still seem to be having a conversation. Maybe they are lip readers.

I just realized I have never once had a cute seatmate. Always dudes. Help me out here, delta!

I want to eat at this Thai place, but they don’t open for another 15 minutes. I’ve come by here any number of times lately to find them not open. Damn it, Thai place, sell me cashew chicken! Who opens at 5 PM anyway.

Rare is the show whose sound would actually improve if the whole thing were shoved down some stairs.

I am driving a truck and listening to Wang Chung. Fuck yes!

I am at my favorite pizza place in Birmingham, AL, where I went to college. Its fall, and we’re playing a gig here in a few hours. Fun!

Attention community: Tacks!