I don't handle (most) race mornings very well (Disney races are a different story). I get very quiet and go inside my head to freak out about every possible little thing that could go wrong during the race, including the dreaded DNF... It's not a pretty thing to behold.
So what's the one thing that strikes more fear in my heart than a race morning? Car shopping. Ugh. Is there anything worse? My wonderful little 1997 CR-V and I have reached the point where we're going to part ways within the next 6 months or so - she's being replaced by a younger, sleeker model (yes, sadly, she's the "first-wife" of cars).
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My stomach clenches and my palms get sweaty just thinking about dealing with salesmen and bankers. I like living in my safe little world with no pressure and no car payments.
But, moving on - onward and upward - better things ahead - keep moving forward - it will be worth it in the end - etc. Surely all those motivating running slogans can apply here, right?
Maybe there will even be beer at the finish, lol.
Amen, sister! That's why I make Rod do everything. I just show up for the final test drive and to sign the paperwork.
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