How stupid man I am.
OK, know I've been busy more than ever this year and especially weeks before leaving civilization for a rest.
Returned from holydays this night, seven hours ago. And now this?
My Christmas Eve!
Yes, read about this bizarre megalomania-event in Glasgow (of which format I do not like at all - it dilutes each discipline instead of honoring them), but at least I knew the dates.
But presumed the "gran finale" to be the race to rule them all and not now already.
I've missed my ritual two-hour workout to be fresh and ready for pre-race studio presentations and analysis. I've missed my start list printings.
I've missed my prepared bakery bread and my specially roasted coffee.
My fridge is empty and I've already lapped behind several times.
A Delgado late on the ramp I am.