Sunday Race Day

The Sunday that was the race day, proved to be a totally different Sunday than I have ever had. First of all, I spent only 3 hours on the floor. And then, I didn't stay lazy and smell like home.

I actually went out. Despite that my head actually felt heavy. And I was feeling like... a walking zombie.

Saturday evening probably didn't stay to well with me. I hardly slept any bit. I gave up at 11.00 am, my usual Sunday morning wake up time. And went about to salvage my day. With 3 hours of CSI Supreme Sunday.

It was a Ferrari 1-2. Beautiful.