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sometimes you choose ... unwisely.
In most field sprints, there are these millisecond decisions that need to be made ... it's instinct and the more you do it, the more you rely on your gut to act for you.
And then there are those sprints that develop like molasses, pooling up in a bright crystaline ball that rolls sticky-sappy down your gullet.
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As we were careening down the backside of MeowBox Hill, I could feel the sprinters crawling up my backside. It itched and wiggled and distracted me from my goal. It loops over and over again on the mindscreen ... why didn't you blast past that boy and take the turn first? ...
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Tuesday, May 16, 2006