random elite woman - "no man's land"
Tomorrow, will I place better?
Cross is roaring on,
up at trexlertown, nittany, not the original location of the course, but the name sake handme down.
I sorta knew on the trainer that,
my warm-up laps told me too.
I'd dig, my foot hard into the spade, but the ground yielding not much for the effort.
I wasn't my best.
I felt a let down from the magnificent Granogue.
I rode as hard as I could,
for a 30th place.
3 races into the season.
a good one.
Tomorrow will I place better?
With the heavy rain.
stout legs, fast ones.
the time passes slow, and my curiosity,
superstitions, habits, tingle bubbly blood nervously flows.
I'll give a yank and a hoe, and crank and battle my foes.
29th, I suppose?