Another note about the race. This is something I wouldn't admit to anyone in "real" life. After the race the friend I was riding with stopped at Skyline chili. I don't like chili. There wasn't much on the menu that would be band friendly. I tried to order a baked potato but they ddn't have any. I should have just drank my hot chocolate and been done with it. I wasn't starveing of anything. But hindsight is 20/20. Instead I ordered cheesy fries. I only ate about 1/4 of the serving. And everything felt fine. After we'd sat for a little bit though....I started burping. I'm pretty good at being discrete about this. I should have made a trip to the bathroom. Nope...Settled in the car for a 45 minute ride home. My throat was getting tighter and tighter. I could feel the mucus buildng up in the back of my thoat. I couldn't hold it any longer. I slimmed into my sock hat. Yuck.......But I felt a whole lot better afterward. The woman sitting in the back seat next to me didn't even know. That was the longest ride home.