The Oreo's were eluding me. Like the stripes of zebras which blend together as they run across the Serengeti which make it difficult for the lion to target just one to take down, so too were the stripes of the Oreo's making it difficult for me to focus on one to nab off the tray. I was gliding through the feed station just before the 394 bridge, my body crying out for nourishment and my brain crying out that #551- was getting away again. I finally came to a complete stop and thanked the volunteers before cramming the cookie into my mouth and gulping some energy drink. Then I took off to catch the woman I had been leapfrogging with through most of the Quaking Bog section's twisty downhills and steep uphills. The 2009 City of Lakes Loppet 33k skate race was already half over.

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