Always listen to your gut

Many moons ago (January, to be exact) I signed up to be part of company-sponsored team for a 150-mile relay race that is to be held this weekend. This means I would run three legs totaling approximately 15 miles in a 24 hour period.

In the back of my mind when I signed up, my gut feeling kept telling me I shouldn't sign up. Something important was going to happen that weekend.

I told my gut feeling to shove it.

Time passed and occasionally chances arose to drop out of the race. When such a chance arose my gut feeling again told me drop the race.

Every time I told my gut feeling to take a hike.

A few weeks ago we received a wedding invitation in the mail that is a must attend.

Location?

Idaho.

Date?

This weekend, of course.

So what does all this mean?

When my last leg of the race is finished (somewhere between 6-8 a.m. Saturday morning) I have to make a three-plus hour drive to Idaho to make the wedding with a quick stop over at my parent's place to shower and clean up.

Did I mention the amount of sleep I'm going to get Friday night will be next to nothing?

Damn.

Always listen to your gut.

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