One night I raced a mile and knew the morning of the race that I would feel terrible and have a terrible race and sure enough that night on the starting line I felt terrible and knew I would have a terrible race then the gun went off and I felt terrible and was having a terrible race and in last place until halfway through when I realized that I still felt terrible and was still having a terrible race though not as terrible as the people I was passing and seeing as I didn’t have that far to go and I didn’t feel any worse than when I started I might as well pick it up a bit so I did and still felt terrible but it was a manageable terrible until the very end of the race which actually turned out to be not terrible it turned out to be okay. \\

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