Losing my Boot, and Finding my Way

The day before my first race, everything went wrong. A dog jumped out of his box at a gas station on the way to vet checks (we got him back but he gave us a scare). I burned my hand on the exhaust pipe of the truck at vet checks. I made a hundred small, dumb mistakes.

And then I went for my final run…

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