A couple of weeks ago, a friend pointed out the fact that I have an entourage. It is true, and I make no apologies for it. Some days, it just takes a crew to push me through.
This weekend it will just be me and my wingman. He is always there for my finishes. He is always there for my starts. Even better... he is always around for the piece in-between. When I am finished my race in Chicago, I will be thankful I have brought along my soft place to land.
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