... and here I find myself in New York City, returning back to an exorbitantly-priced, 'chic', hotel room after a shakeout run which doubled as a contact-lens-solution acquisition errand.
In two hours I'll be meeting with the "Google1" relay team to start driving to the start of the Ragnar relay in Woodstock, NY. How did I let myself be convinced to travel across the country to run through the night in a race that I was ill-prepared for with a van-full of people I've never met?
I'm not entirely sure, but it seemed like a good idea just long enough for me to say 'yes'...
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