I do a lot of racing with my teammate David Bogle. Two of our favorite races each year are Too Cool Racing's Mighty San Gabriel adventure race at Lake Georgetown, and the Great Urban Race in Austin. Unfortunately, in 2012 both events wound up being scheduled for the same day. However, they didn't strictly conflict, as the Too Cool race started at 9am, and the Great Urban Race started at noon. So we naturally wondered... Would it be possible to compete in both races?
The Too Cool sprint race had an estimated win time of two hours. The drive from Lake Georgetown to downtown Austin takes just under an hour... if you don't run into traffic. So theoretically, it was possible. But it certainly didn't give us much wiggle room to handle any problems that might occur during the attempt.
The weekend before the races Dave and I went for a long run, as training for the Vermont 100 in July. During the run we had a lot of time to discuss the pros and cons of attempting the double-header. The idea was obviously risky and could result in spectacular failure in numerous ways. If the first race wound up taking longer than we'd anticipated, we'd have to drop out early and get listed in the results embarrassingly as DNF (for Did Not Finish). When driving between the two locations we'd have to take Interstate 35, which often has significant traffic delays. And if we got a late start at the Great Urban Race, or if we had a bad race because we were too tired or too disorganized from our mad dash between events, then we ran the very real risk of not finishing the GUR in the top 25. If that happened we wouldn't be qualified for the GUR national championships this year, which would be quite awkward as we're the defending national champions at that series!
Despite all those compelling reasons to skip the Too Cool race, we decided that attempting both events would give us an epic story to tell afterwards, so for that reason alone we simply had to try it. In a best-case scenario we'd finish the first race quickly, make it to the second race on time, and do well in both. In a worse-case scenario we'd have to drop out of the first race to make it to the second one, and/or get caught in traffic on the way. But we figured even a worse-case scenario would still give us a unique story to tell.
One of our team's mantras is to not be afraid of taking calculated risks, so we decided to embrace that philosophy and go for it. We let Art Cook and Robyn Cantor (the directors of Too Cool Racing) know what we were planning, so they wouldn't be surprised when we disappeared right after their race. Or perhaps even before we'd finished their race.
Too Cool Mighty San Gabriel Sprint Adventure Race
We arrived at Lake Georgetown early in the morning, and enjoyed our last few minutes of being sane and stress-free. We set up one of our most minimal transition areas ever for an adventure race: Basically it was just our mountain bikes, helmets, and a couple of water bottles lying on the ground behind my car. Oh, and our nice paddles... while we were using the race-provided canoes and PFDs, we couldn't resist bringing our lighter paddles, as we figured we could go faster with them.
At the pre-race briefing they informed everyone that we would be starting out on foot. We'd be collecting puzzle pieces from the points on the first leg, and there was a fifteen-minute penalty if we couldn't assemble the puzzle at the end of the leg. They gave us our maps but told us not to unroll them until the race began. We hoped that they might start the race a couple of minutes early, but nope... 9am it was. At least they didn't start late! 3... 2... 1... Go!
We unrolled the map and saw that there were three checkpoints to visit, all located within Russell Park. There was also a fourth "optional" point that would reveal a hint on how to solve the puzzle, but you'd have to run some extra distance if you wanted to earn that hint. We ran west up the road from TA, and managed to build a bit of a lead on the pursuing pack of teams by the time we'd reached the top of the hill. After a diagonal crossing through the parking lot we found the first checkpoint hanging at the entrance to the parking circle by the trailhead. We said "hi" to the race volunteer, punched the passport, and grabbed our first bag of puzzle pieces.
As we ran southeast towards the next point Dave untied the bag to look at the pieces inside. There were only two puzzle pieces, and they looked familiar to us. It was the infamous six-piece cube puzzle that our team had been unable to solve within the time limit at the Great Urban Race National Championships a few months ago! Unfortunately we still hadn't bothered to research how to solve that puzzle since then. On the other hand, since we'd previously attempted this puzzle we knew it was a lot harder than it looked, so that made the decision on whether or not we should just skip it and take the time penalty a lot easier.
We cut a corner off the roads by taking a shortcut under the powerline. Then a right turn at the next intersection brought us to the second checkpoint. Howdy, race volunteer Sheila Torres-Blank! Punch passport, grab second bag of puzzle pieces, and turn around. We had already decided by this point that we were going to skip solving the puzzle, so we didn't need to bother with visiting the puzzle hint location on the beach. Instead, we headed east-north-east, and did a short bushwhack through the trees to save some distance. We followed the road around to where it dead-ended, then headed down into the lake inlet to find the third checkpoint hanging in the bushes. Punch passport, grab third and final bag of puzzle pieces.
From here the obvious shortcut back to TA was to cross the inlet and climb north, straight up the hill. We managed to push our way through the trees and got back on the road. As we headed back to TA Dave kept working on the puzzle as we ran, figuring we might get ridiculously lucky and accidentally stumble onto the solution and save ourselves a 15-minute penalty. But we only had a couple of minutes of clear running on the road, and no spontaneous puzzle miracles happened in that time. No matter. We ran into TA, announced that we were just going to skip the puzzle and continue on, and the check-in volunteers handed us the next leg.
Time for some mountain biking. We strapped on our helmets and hopped on our bikes. Initially we followed the same route we'd just run to start the race, up the long hill and then over to the bike trailhead. Then it was time for a gnarly section of trail riding over bumpy rocks. The tough part of the trail was only a mile long, and then we turned onto the old dirt road where we were able to cruise. The only obstacles on the dirt road were a shallow water crossing, and three-foot-tall grass that had grown up over the place. Fortunately the grass wasn't bad at all... we could bike right though it with no problems (which was a relief, as almost any other Texas vegetation will give you nasty scratches).
We found the checkpoints hanging by mile markers 14 and 12, then turned our bikes around and started back. We encountered the second place team heading out as we were heading back, and calculated that we had about a twenty-minute lead on them at that point. So even if they'd solved the cube puzzle (which as it turns out, they had), we were still ahead of them even with our penalty.
We said howdy to all the other teams biking out as we made our way back to TA. We figured that the paddle leg must be next, so we dropped our bikes by my car, picked up our paddles, and jogged over to check-in. Turns out that our guess was wrong, as the next thing we had to do was a quick special test. No problem, we dropped our paddles and ran over to the middle of the turnaround, where Sheila Torres-Blank was waiting for us. Hi, again, Sheila! She told us that one of us had to be blindfolded while the other one guided them to gather numbered cards hanging off a line. The numbers on your collected cards had to add up to a total of 12. Dave put on the blindfold, and I guided him over to the line, and had him pull off whatever cards he touched as I kept a running total. Once our total reached "8", I had him stop and move down the line until he was at a "4" card, told him to grab it, and come back. Sheila confirmed that we'd passed the test, so that was that.
OK, now it should be time to paddle, we thought, as we headed back to check-in. Uh oh, wrong again. Turns out that we had another trekking leg to do. Since it was now about 10:20, and we knew there would still be a paddle leg yet to come, this did not bode well for our plans of finishing the race before 11:00. Well, we decided we might as well attempt the trekking leg, and decide along the way whether we'd drop out of the race afterwards, in order to make it to the start of our next race on time.
We dropped down from the TA to the lake, and followed the shoreline up to the checkpoint. It was hanging in the water in an inlet, so we had to get our shoes wet, which was fine as we needed to cross the water anyways to climb up to the trail on the other side. Once we'd scrambled our way up the rocky slope, we found the trail, and it was time to turn on the speed. We sprinted along the trail as it zigged and zagged through the woods, until we found the checkpoint hanging at mile marker 18. Then we turned around headed up to the trailhead. The trail twists and turns so much that there's almost certainly a shortcut you can take by cutting directly through the woods. But it was only about a mile's worth of trail and we didn't want to risk running into nasty vegetation, or messing up the navigation. So instead we just put the hammer down and ran all-out along the trail back. Should we really be running so hard right now, considering that we've got another race yet to do? Well, we still had to make it to the race, so there wasn't much point in going any slower.
Just past mile marker 17 we found the final trek checkpoint as the trail dumped us back onto the road. We ran down the road back to TA, discussing our options. We would finish this trek leg at 10:40. We had hoped to be heading out in the car before 11:00, which meant we'd only have twenty minutes to do the paddle leg. I told Dave that if we were a bit late to the start of the Great Urban Race, I'd be fine with that, as I figured we could start a little late and with some luck we'd still finish in the top three to earn free entry into the championships. Or failing that, surely we'd still make the top 25, which would allow us to go to the championships, though we'd have to pay the entry fee.
One of Dave's conditions when I'd talked him into attempting this double-race stunt was that we would give priority to the Great Urban Race over the Too Cool race, since we really needed to qualify for the GUR championships and we didn't want to have to wait until GUR Dallas (in October, less than a month from the championships) for a second (and final) chance to qualify. So I told Dave I'd go along with whatever decision he made with regards to the final paddle leg. He said we'd decide when we got a chance to look at how far away the points were.
So we finished the run back, and checked in, and as expected, the next leg was the paddle (at last!). Dave took one glance at the map and said, "It's short, let's do it." Yeehaw... life would be boring if we always played it safe! We grabbed our paddles and a couple of the provided PFDs, and hauled an aluminum canoe down the steep trail to the lake. The winds were picking up, but at least most of the paddle would be in a cove, sheltered from the worst of the waves of the open lake. We launched the boat and started paddling. Dave figured out where we needed to go and he turned us up an inlet. We punched the point no problem, and then had some difficulty turning the canoe around in the narrow channel but we managed.
Off to the second and final paddle point. There were several tree branches sticking out of the water, and we avoided most of them and just plowed through the rest. We rounded the corner on the second inlet and saw the point, punched, and headed back. It was now past 11:00, so the race had taken us longer than we'd hoped, but we were going to officially finish it. And since we hadn't seen any other teams anywhere near us for a while, it looked like we'd win it. So even if our Great Urban Race wound up being a total disaster, at least the day wouldn't be a total loss.
We had to fight the wind a bit for the final return section of the paddle. Then we had to drag the canoe back up the steep trail. That was tougher than usual, as our arms and legs were in a state of shock from our non-stop sprinting. Plus, we're more used to our Kevlar canoes, which are much lighter than aluminum ones. But we got the job done.
With the boat returned to the start we were officially finished with the Too Cool race. We turned in our passport, and said we'd love to stay and celebrate, but we had to go. We finished at 11:06, and we probably were in the car and driving at about 11:07. Art had already put our bikes on our bike rack and locked them in for us, saving us a couple of minutes... Thanks, Art!
In Between Races
I concentrated on driving, while Dave called to inform our crew that we were finally on the road. The traffic fortunately didn't look too bad on I-35, which was a nice surprise. I hadn't eaten anything during the first race, and hadn't drank much either (in the interest of speed we had raced without packs, and the only time when I carried a water bottle was during the second trekking leg). So we used the car ride as an opportunity to refuel. I chomped down a couple of trail mix bars and chugged 64 ounces of diluted Gatorade.
We slowed down so as not to accidentally overtake and pass a police car too quickly. Then the cops took the exit ramp, so we sped back up again. We obviously weren't going to have time to do a full change of clothes. Dave changed his shirt to match mine, as we had to wear matching outfits in the Great Urban Race. But other than that, we were going to do the second race wearing our same clothes from the first race... that meant we'd be running around Austin in soaking wet shoes and socks!
While the highway traffic was turning out to be much better than we'd feared, we still needed to find a parking spot. Ideally someplace close to the starting line (Aussie's), but even if we had to park a few blocks away we could ride our bikes to the starting line. We just hoped we wouldn't have to spend too much time finding a parking spot. There were several festivals and events going on in Austin that Saturday, not to mention 115 other GUR teams had already parked in the immediate area, so it was hard to say where we should begin our search for parking.
Fortunately, our crew came to the rescue. Richard told us by phone that he was physically standing in a spot in a parking lot that was just across the street from Aussie's. Yay, Richard! We pulled into the spot, thanked him for "reserving" it for us, grabbed what we thought we would need for the next race from the car, and ran to the start line.
It was literally after 11:59 when we arrived, and the Great Urban Race staff had just finished giving all the pre-race announcements. Hopefully they didn't say anything important that we hadn't already heard before! Tom and Spencer, the other team racing as part of our "mob", greeted us and expressed amusement that we'd actually made it there on time. They handed us our racing bibs, and we pinned them on our shirts, and then just like that it was time to start running. Again. As improbable as it was, we had actually timed everything perfectly, as we'd arrived just as the race was starting. It was pretty unbelievable.
Great Urban Race Austin
Well, we'd have to wait to celebrate how well things had worked out so far, as right now we had another race to finish! We opened the envelope, and took pictures of the clue sheet to send in to our crew:
We skimmed the clues and started jogging north, over the Congress Avenue Bridge. We hadn't really picked out a specific destination yet, but we determined that a couple of the checkpoints had to be north of us, so we might as well head that way while we figured things out. We read the Tic-Tac-Toe clue (checkpoint 11) to see if there was anything we should be looking for as we traveled.
Hmmm... A lot of these Tic-Tac-Toe items seemed like they would be difficult to find. Except, wait a second, a "real life riverboat"? Wasn't the riverboat launch site just under the 1st Street Bridge, directly to our left? We looked west, and sure enough, there were the two riverboats. They were 700 feet away, and 30 feet below our vantage point from up on the bridge, but they were still easy enough to capture in a picture. This would be our first clue race photo we've ever taken while on a bridge over water:
Well, that's one third of a checkpoint done already, not bad for having just left the starting area. We continued north, talking to our phone contact Chris as we went, trying to nail down a specific destination. He told us to turn east onto 4th Street. Oops, about face, we actually should be heading west on 4th. Our crew had had a little confusion with the destination address for checkpoint 6, since the clue didn't specify if the address would be on east or west 4th street. It turns out the place we were looking for was Halcyon. Here we had to build a S'more and take a picture of us eating it, which was an easy enough task:
We didn't want to waste any time actually eating the S'more, though, so we tossed it in the trash and kept moving. We waste so many opportunities to eat free food at these events... as a food lover (especially when it comes to free food) it really does break my heart sometimes.
Since the race began I'd been unable to get my new bluetooth headset to connect to my phone, and because we arrived at the race start with no time to work out such problems I was attempting to fix it as we ran, without success. So it was all up to Dave to get directions from Chris, but they were having a lot of difficulty hearing each other through the high winds. We finally established that Chris wanted us to head to Kung Fu Saloon, and I told Dave I knew where that was, so we jogged west on 5th street.
We entered Kung Fu Saloon, which was checkpoint 5. The volunteers directed us to a bunch of cans of Miller 64, some of which had stickers on the top. We had to slide the cans around until the stickered-topped ones matched a pattern that spelled out a large "64". There were pieces of wood surrounding the cans that were supposed to keep them corralled in one central collection on the table, but the wood wasn't secured to the table at all, so sliding the cans often accidentally moved the wood pieces. Well, there was enough open spaces to slide the cans around fairly freely anyways, so it didn't take too long to arrange them all to match the required pattern. The volunteer took our picture with our completed can-pattern:
Notice that lying on the table to the left of the cans is a Ziploc bag containing some of my maps and money. Well, I accidentally left the bag there as we ran off! Fortunately there was nothing of real importance in the bag (important stuff would be items that proved we'd completed a checkpoint). Even better, the wonderful volunteers at the checkpoint arranged to have the bag returned to me later on at the finish area. Thanks for doing that; y'all are awesome! And I really need to break my habit of leaving things behind during races...
We headed to checkpoint 9 on Lamar. We didn't know the business we were heading to, but we knew its address. When we made it to Lamar we realized our destination had to be Whole Foods, since it covered the entire block in question. We headed up the stairs to the patio area above the store and found the volunteers waiting for us with a paintball gun. We had to shoot a small target a couple of times... all right! Dave took aim with the gun and immediately hit the target, and kept shooting it several additional times for good measure. The volunteers then took a picture of us with the gun:
Notice how my race bib is upside down? That's the kind of sloppiness that happens when you show up to the starting line with no time to spare! We crossed over Lamar and headed west on 6th to checkpoint 4, the Sweetish Hill Bakery. The volunteers here told us they'd be taking a picture of one of us pushing a whipped-cream pie into the other's face. Well, Dave has put up with so many of my mistakes at these races over the years that he certainly deserved the chance to gain a small measure of satisfaction by pie-ing me, and so he did:
Fortunately they provided paper towels afterwards to let us quickly clean up the worst of it. We continued west to checkpoint 1, at the Savory Spice Shop. We saw our friends Tom and Spencer heading out of this checkpoint as we were heading in. Apparently we'd been following in their footsteps the whole time, but didn't realize it until just now. Inside the shop we had to locate five spices whose initial letters spelled out the word SPICE. The shop had a ton of spices to search through, so Dave and I split up and we called out the letters as we found them until we had the five that we needed. The friendly ladies who worked there verified our results and stamped our clue sheet, and we also took this photo in front of the shop:
Where to next, Chris? Everything so far had been really close together, but now we had to travel many blocks northeast to checkpoint 2, Black Cat Tattoo at 1716 San Antonio Street. Since we would be running for a while we decided to review the Tic-Tac-Toe clue (checkpoint 11) again so we could be on the lookout for scavenger hunt items. Almost immediately Dave spotted a blue Chevrolet suburban, so we crossed Lamar to get our picture with it. The Chevy lined up with the Riverboat on the Tic-Tac-Toe grid... so all we needed to complete a three-in-a-row was a palm tree. We came across a two-foot tall potted plant that was "palm-tree-ish". We weren't sure if it would actually qualify as a good enough palm tree, or not, but decided to take a picture with it just in case.
Then while running north on Rio Grande a few blocks later, Dave saw another blue Chevrolet truck that was more "truck-ish" than the previous one, so we decided we may as well "upgrade" our picture to the second blue Chevy:
If we hadn't paused to take that picture, then we wouldn't have lucked our way into our most amazing find of the race... as just to the left of the truck, we spotted a real palm tree. Excellent! This photo of the tree was taken only about 20 feet away from where we stood for our previous Chevy photo; the difference is mainly the angle that the camera is pointing:
And hey, that completed our Tic-Tac-Toe three-in-a-row for checkpoint 11, and we didn't even have to travel out of our way or use any ground support to get it. Awesome. An interesting side note: There's only a few palm trees in downtown Austin, and one of them is actually at Aussie's (the start/finish line)! The Great Urban Race organizers hadn't known about the Aussie's palm when they designed the course. And we hadn't noticed it when we'd been back at the start, as we'd only been hanging around the starting line for a minute before we left.
We continued jogging northeast, trying to pick a route that avoided unnecessary uphills. Since Dave was still struggling to hear Chris in his earpiece, he asked me to try and fiddle with my headset once again to see if I could get it working. So I fiddled, and I wish I knew what I did for the next time we encounter this problem, because suddenly I was on the line and able to talk. My microphone seemed to be canceling the wind noise better than Dave's was, so Dave went on mute and I took over on the phone.
We made it to Black Cat Tattoo, and the worker applied temporary tattoos to our arms that said "Go Team". We got pictures of us sporting the new tattoos with the girl, and then the business logo outside to complete checkpoint 2:
We crossed over Martin Luther King Junior Boulevard, looking for Cornucopia for checkpoint 10. We got confused by the surrounding signs and accidentally went into the adjacent restaurant called "Veggie Heaven", but apparently we weren't the first team to make that mistake because the folks inside immediately pointed out to us where we actually needed to go. And hey, as we headed into Cornucopia, there were Tom and Spencer again, heading out. Looks like we were still following in their footsteps, even though this was only the second time we'd seen them since the start.
To get credit for checkpoint 10 we had to taste three different types of popcorn and guess which kinds they were from the provided list of six flavors. We dislike this type of checkpoint challenge, for this reason: Suppose team "A" is smart enough to solve the clue location, and intrepid enough to travel all the way there, and dedicated enough to spend the time necessary to attempt the challenge and take their photo afterwards. But they're unlucky, and guess the flavors wrong. Team "A" receives NO credit for even attempting checkpoint 10. On the other hand, imagine another team "B", that was so disorganized that they were unable to solve the clue at all. Because they couldn't solve the clue, team "B" skips checkpoint 10 altogether. But here's the thing... in the above situation, team "A" is penalized worse than team "B"! They both get a thirty-minute penalty for failing to complete the checkpoint, but team "A" wastes additional time traveling there and attempting it. Which seems wrong, in our minds... teams should be rewarded for trying to complete more of the course, not punished!
But anyways, here we were, hoping that our flavor guesses were correct, so we could avoid a race-destroying half-hour penalty. Our fate was in the hands of the popcorn gods. We made our best guesses, and took our photo with the store logo:
It was now time to head back south to 6th Street. We asked Chris if there might be any buses heading that way, and we were happy to hear him say that we might be able to catch a bus on Guadalupe just south of MLK Jr. Boulevard. While the bus would only save us about 15 blocks of running, after all the sprinting in both races today we were looking forward to a break more eagerly than usual. As we crossed MLK we saw several other teams taking their picture with a payphone, which was another Tic-Tac-Toe item. But since we'd already gotten our three-in-a-row, we didn't bother stopping for that.
At the bus stop we saw Tom and Spencer, already waiting for the same bus. The bus arrived less than a minute after we showed up at the stop... wow... we were having extremely good timing, today! We compared notes with Tom and Spencer as we rode south. All of us still had to visit checkpoints 7, 8, and 12. We each had our one free "skip point" to use, and Dave and I were going to use our skip on checkpoint 3 because it was the farthest out of the way (of the remaining points). But Tom and Spencer hadn't gotten a Tic-Tac-Toe yet, so they were going to have to visit checkpoint 3 and use their skip on the Tic-Tac-Toe. So while Tom and Spencer had been ahead of us the entire race, we'd managed to jump into the lead simply by being lucky enough to spot the scavenger items along our route. Sometimes that's just how these races unfold.
As we rode the bus Chris gave us all the information for the final 3 checkpoints so we could finish up without pausing for any further directions. The bus had to stop for a red light at 9th and Congress, and Tom and Spencer decided to get out at that point and run the last three blocks. Dave and I decided to stay on the bus, figuring we could still benefit from a bit more rest. Plus, the bus driver seemed confident that he'd be able to catch up with them. We love it when bus drivers play along with us.
The light turned green, and bus driver pulled us ahead of Tom and Spencer before 6th street. There isn't even an official bus stop at 6th and Congress, but the friendly bus driver let us off there anyways as he was enjoying helping us wacky racers do our thing. We rejoined Tom and Spencer on foot and all of us ran down the stairs into Gold's Gym, checkpoint 7.
Inside the gym we had to take turns performing a series of exercises. I did twenty burpies. Then Dave did twenty modified-pushup-thingies. Then I did twenty knee-bend-thingies. If either of us ever did any kind of working out apart from the occasional checkpoint challenge in a race, then we might know the actual proper names of these exercises. But anyways, we received a gym flyer as reward for completing the workout, and then we headed back up the stairs to street level.
We ran east on 6th Street to the Alamo Ritz theatre for checkpoint 12. Here we had to fill in our clue sheet with some of the Academy Award winners for 1941, as well as get our picture outside of the theatre:
Only one more checkpoint to go for us, which was number 8 at Shiner's Saloon on Congress Avenue. Here the race volunteers had us draw a card to determine which animal we'd be dealing with. There were a variety of animals to select from, and we drew the iguana. We had to get a picture of us holding it, which was fun. Then we had to eat some of the iguana's usual food, which was a mealworm. I volunteered to eat the worm, and it didn't taste bad at all. I figured I could use the calories anyways.
All right, time to head back to the finish. The headwind as we ran back over the Congress Avenue Bridge was a formidable obstacle against our tired bodies, but we pushed through it. We'd left Tom and Spencer behind when they went to get checkpoint 3, and we didn't see any other teams nearby. Our first race of the day had taken us 2 hours and 6 minutes to finish, and we were going to complete this second race in one hour and 22 minutes. Would that be good enough?
Well, as we dragged our beaten bodies across the finish line, we were happy to learn that at least we were the first team back. Another fun fact: At the time when we crossed this finish line, there were several teams still competing in the Too Cool sprint race we'd finished earlier in the day.
But of course, we couldn't celebrate properly until all of our pictures, stamps, flyers, and clue sheet answers were all certified as correct. Tom and Spencer crossed the finish line a minute after us, and then we went through the process of getting our items verified by the GUR officials. Here's this picture, here's that flyer, here's this stamp... and here's our guesses for the popcorn flavors. Our guesses are all correct? Whew! That was one thing that we'd never been certain about.
And so, for the second time that day, we were declared the race winners. Hallelujah! What an improbable accomplishment. Merely competing in the two races on the same day was a stressful logistical nightmare, and yet we somehow pulled it all off. Of course, we had a lot of support throughout the day from the folks at Too Cool, our always-amazing crew for the GUR, Dave's wife Michelle, Tom and Spencer and others. Thanks to everyone who helped us achieve this ridiculous feat. This was our first time ever attempting to do two different races on the same day, and it may very well be the last! Or if there is a next time, it would be nice if we could at least have a couple of minutes of rest between the two races!
This does make me wonder, though... would it be possible to finish three different races in one day...?!?!
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