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The Mental Sherpa, part 3

It was somewherein the neighborhood of 4 o'clock in the morning last Sunday, when we looked up and noticed the stars. They twinkled vividly against the black sky.
It was 38 degrees and crisp.

Seresa broke into song:
"The stars at night, are big and bright..."
*clap, clap, clap, clap* I smacked my mittened hands together.
"Deep in the heart of Texas," we both sang.

We couldn't remember the rest of the song's lyrics, so we settled on a couple of rounds of the first verse.
No, we weren't intoxicated.

I was pacing Seresa on loop five of six in the Brazos Bend 100-mile race.

The singing was a means to an end: keeping her upbeat and awake.


I didn't end up wearing this, but kept it in a pocket in case someone asked. Also, I am a little embarrassed that there is a glaring typo. (Hire me to proofread for you!)

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