I walked in to work on Monday feeling like I'd stepped out of a movie. Or at least out of a dream. The first race weekend of the year took so much out of me, and Monday morning came as if someone had pulled open the stage curtain too soon, and too quickly.
I arrived at work exhausted, windburned, sunkissed, and reflective. And I was supposed to concentrate on work? I'm still hopeful that by Wednesday I will have regained my focus.
Getting back into the swing of things is tougher this year than ever before. And swing they do - back and forth, from engineer to racer. Perhaps this is a good sign for things to come. On both fronts.
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