It was "casual night" at this week's short track race.
Which was excellent. We had just come back from a weekend camping trip and some camp food was not sitting well with me. After my second urgent trip to the bathroom that day, I had begun to worry about even racing. So the invitation to dress in "casual" attire for the race was a salvation. Or excuse. I could dress in my loudest Hawaiian shirt and just toodle around the course. Yay.
It was scorching hot, too.
But it was a fun time-- lots of noise, cat-calls, cheers and jeers.
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