This is similar to the look on my face after I sign up for another ridiculous race. This look says: "Uh, what did I get myself into?" Thankfully, this look wasn't on my face today, just on my brother's face. After a stellar performance at Rocky Raccoon, my brother qualified for the Western States 100. Entry into the race, however, is by lottery and Kyle determined he had about a ten percent chance of getting chosen. When his name appeared on the list, his was his reaction; my reaction, on the other hand, was shrieking and clapping. Unfortunately, his friend, Brian, wasn't picked up in the lottery, so he likely will be Kyle's pacer for a large portion of the race. Hopefully I will be able to join the two in California to crew, encourage, and soak up the experience of one of the most well-known endurance races in the country.
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