From here to the finish line, it's really not that far.
Somewhere in the neighborhood there's a really bad band playing. Weirdly, the sound is much louder in my house than outside. Since it is late at night, I'm not inclined to sit outside right now. And inside, the thumping of that uneven, amateurish beat, and the pathetic Morrissey-wannabe warbling of the singer, is driving me crazy. So crazy, I can't write a triathlon post. Besides, all I did today was my 10x30-second all-out run sprints. They were hellish. Compared to this band? Tough call.