You guys are my favorite.

I am ready.

Thank you to each and every one of you for your pep talks and your love and for getting it. You helped me walk through the worst of my pre-race anxiety. Yes, I still have anxiety, but c’mon, I’m racing Reach the Beach. I think it is warranted.

I am ready now.

I am in my right headspace.

I am in this motherfucker.

Next time you see me, I’ll be reaching the beach.

My team is going to rock this relay.

Team_MLCI would like you to entertain me on my Thursday travel day by giving me your guesses as to what our team name stands for. I didn’t name the team, so you can’t make an assumption that it is Team Motherfucking Long-ass Course. Someone with some decorum named the team. That doesn’t mean you have to have decorum though. Give me your best guess.

14 thoughts on “#racemadness

  1. Mid Life Crisis! You can do it, Stimey! My sister’s greatest fear about the upcoming Ragnar is being w/ other people so much of the time. I think having a pillowcase to pull over your head for a little alone time should do the trick.

  2. Okay, I’m already laughing at Moe, Larry & Curly [“nnnyeah, wise guy, eh? nyuck, nyuck”]

    Must… Lose… Consciousness [just kidding!]

    Mojo Love Champions

    and the cramping thing above – that’s too funny.

    Best of luck, and Happy Trails!

  3. Must Love Chickens
    My Little Criminals
    More Liquored Chocolates
    May Lose Control (of your bowels)

    …I don’t think any of mine are going to win.

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