Once again I aborted a fitness outing. This morning I planned to do Orange Street Loop intervals, but stopped at two miles and walked home. I think I can count on one hand the times that I have been nauseous on a run, including today. Maybe it was that chicken-fried steak sandwich and all those fries I ate at Oaklawn yesterday. I did the two miles in 23:35.
Yesterday was one of the few times Tom and I both failed to cash a ticket. We bet on a total of twenty races. Rosie's filly Untapable won the distaff. Don't Tell Sophia was flying late, but finished half a length behind in second. Iotapa was third. Darn. Missed it by that much.
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