Hugo Following the Pack into the First Hairpin
Exhausting! That's what racing is, exhausting. The 'Big Day' was the day before yesterday. Yesterday I wandered around dazed despite having an hour and a half snooze after lunch and today I feel alert enough to write this but still a bit fugged up. Having a cold might have something to do with it - maybe it's that chicken flu... cluck, cluck, cluck atchoo. I tried to write this last night but my mind wouldn't work. I guess I just have to accept that at 49 I'm no spring chicken and my body takes longer to recover from being worn out.