Friday: I aint got no job, I aint got no $, I aint got cuss to do... But run.

Friday- West West with Fyffe for a chill (no such thing) 10-12. I was attached to the hind teat today, little tired and possibly a little under the weather. But, cuss got done, rolled a short 10, but 10 in the books nonetheless. Arm hurts, but so does my ego after the way I've been racing, so something it's to change.