So I took the plunge. I counted how
many people had entered the race in Skövde and as of this morning
there were 124. The limit is 160, so I started feeling the pressure.
What if I waited too long and it got full? On the other hand, what if
I entered the race and then got sick? I don't think the entry fee is
refundable. It never is.
But I entered anyway. My desire to run
this race overpowered my stinginess. My plan to survive the
biological warfare that is currently taking place at work is this: I
shall not take a single breath until Friday afternoon, when I come
home. I shall wash my hands thoroughly every time another human being
comes close. In fact, no human contact whatsoever. If some bugger
tries to breathe on me, I will tackle him/her (while holding
my breath). And then I shall wash my hands again. You can't be too
careful.
Commence the crossing of fingers now,
please!
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