Okay, so I take an easy run on Pre's Trail, nursing my Achilles tendon, which is on fire right now. I'm kind of ticked off that the London bookies have increased the odds on me not breaking 7:00 in the mile next week. And when I limp back to the hotel, I go straight to the complimentary continental breakfast room. And I put my English muffin halves in the toaster. And when they pop out, some lady takes them!
Now maybe I'm old school, but isn't there supposed to be some kind of etiquette about hotel toasters? The track meet starts tonight, but after my experience this morning, it had better be good.
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