Hour 7

The pizza has arrived! Tasty treats of feta and pineapple, and of bacon and red pepper. Delicious fuel for our epic first day! We also quaff Pepsi to quench our thirsts and to caffeinate our brains.

Our first visitor has come and gone. Sandy's young sister Christy and two of her friends made an appearance, and were decidedly unimpressed. I cannot think why that would be. We have greasy pizza, sugary beverages, video games played on large screen TVs, and a burgeoning odor problem, for which I will lay the blame entirely at Sandy's feet. His malodorous feet are the stuff of legends. Almost as legendary as your champion!

The race itself goes well. I am a small way ahead of my opponent, but as I blog away here he gains ground. Not to worry of course.

I implore you, my adoring fans to lavish me with the praise that I deserve. And do it in haiku. I'll start:

Deep FF Race skills

No need for phoenix down here

I hate you Sandy