Now with only half a day between me and Brady Street hill, I'm still laughing nervously. True, two miles isn't a big deal for normal, well-exercised people. For me, my short Asian legs, and my heart that beats as fast as a field mouse when its resting, this is a HUGE deal. I'm a wimp, I know. I went ahead and bought some very official looking track shorts at Scheel's this week. I figure I can at least look the part when I'm huffing and puffing up and down the hill.
Bix Race Route. Josh is doing the seven-mile with my dear cousin Andrew. See you at the beer tent, boys!