I’m sorry that I disappeared for fifteen minutes.
I’m sorry that I told you the details of those fifteen minutes.
I’m sorry that I didn’t train for the 18 miles I had to race.
I’m sorry that I slept and you didn’t.
I’m sorry that I referred to your wives as “porn stars” upon hearing of their augmentation surgeries.
I’m sorry that I have no filter.
I’m sorry that I didn’t always get out of the car to cheer you in.
I’m sorry that you had to be in the same car with my dirty underwear, sports bra, and running clothes.
I’m sorry that I had to be in the same car with your dirty ace bandages.
And I’m super sorry that I won’t see you all ‘til next Ragnar.
2 comments:
No apologies necessary my dear friend. It was a complete pleasure to have you on the team. Your laughter sustained me the entire race! As an "A cup" myself, the "porn star" conversation couldn't have been better. Loves. You Rock!
This comment is obviously a little behind the times...but, oh well!
I love the Ragnar Relay (well, after it is over anyway). What runner were you?
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