So I've been debating on how to tell the race day story. So I decided to tell the story in context of some of my playlist. Because, it's all about the playlist. Pre-story: Tuesday before the race, I was in a car accident. Someone got their pedals confused, and slammed into the side of my car. My back was not happy for a few days, so I didn't train at all last week. The week I cut my hand, I didn't train at all, because I didn't want to screw up the stitches. Race Day: At 4:30 am, I woke up with extreme race anxiety, to the point where I wanted to pack up and go home. Dana had a moment where she had to convince me to stay. So I ate some breakfast, we packed up, and got there early. We had our moment with the paparazzi (otherwise known as Dana's parents). We got to the corral and then tried to stay warm. While standing there I received many compliments on the shirt . I love the shirt. My apologies to Charm...