Before I agreed to do this race I had a dream about a desert trail being lined with biscuits.  In the dream the biscuits rode faster than I did. All I could do is some serious heavy panting and a lot of drooling.  Every time I reached out to touch one of the biscuits it would yell “Hands off lady, can’t you see I am a special treat!”  Well a girl’s gotta dream, so I coming just for the  biscuits.