About a week ago, I watched live horse racing for the first time. Part of what struck me about the experience was the half hour of pomp and circumstance before each 2 minute race. The horses are brought to the race-side paddocks, then walked in a circle, then mounted, then bugled on to the track, then lead back and forth a few times, then loosely cued for entry into the gates, and finally locked in awaiting the start.
After this week of orientation, I feel like a animal that had been worked and trained and groomed and has finally been trapped an inch from the start. Let's do this already!
I don't know if I'll jump out to an early lead or stumble out of the gate, but I'm itching to find out.