The 10K went well today, except the port-o-potty ninth level of hell long. This caused me to be late to the start and have to get behind all these pear-shaped loser women. They are harder to get by because their shape makes a barrier. Usually they swing their arms really wide, too.
So, then it becomes a bit like that game minesweeper. You never know when you'll get blasted in the gut.
You'd think that bluebonnets are convertible for gold bullions with the way people stop to look at them. There were atleast 3 slowdowns on my way back from Austin because of people stopping to take their picture in the flowers.
Maybe one day I'll take my future daughter Penelope to take pictures in flowers, but I'll never do it myself. And I won't go right off of Highway 290 either.
I'm set to go to Poland in July still obviously and I think everything will be sorted out. Poland is a country with a huge chip on its shoulder because of getting shit on for centuries. Moravians, Bohemians, Tatars, Mongols, Russians, Prussians, Austrians, Transylvanians, Swedes, French, Germans, more Russians, etc. etc. have all had their go at getting after Poland. So it's good at overcoming things.
I'm sort of like that in the respect I'm always watching my back checking whose out to get me. And proving that I can continue to kick ass and take names no matter what comes about.
One additional decision I need to make is which side train/hostel trip I'm going to take.
I've got it narrowed down to Budapest, Hungary and Prague, Czech Republic.
Budapest 
They call it the City of Baths too. And both my mom and dad separately told me that all the women are well endowed in the upstairs region.
Prague 
Czech women seem alright judging by their pictures. But the Budapest baths might be the deal breaker. I'm planning for Budapest. Hungarians and Polaks are famously great friends.
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