Sold as a rock.

So I finally calmed down.

I go to Rochester thinking, okay, well, now I'm just going to go and enjoy the day.

And so I go there and I register and I was four.

It's a 402.

So I missed a dash plaque in the goodie bag by two.

By two, yeah.

What kind of advice would you be giving somebody like that to just... finally get to the finish line, even if it's fucking five, six, seven, eight more years down the road.