Part of this is because my spirits have been buoyed by the cheerful breakfast (breakie) girl shown here, Christie, who very thoughtfully agreed to switch the hotel breakie schedule around to accommodate my traditional pre-race meal (vodka, grape juice and baked beans).
In PHL, requests of this nature are met with reactions ranging from disgust to overt anger. And a thorough spit-soaking of all of your future meals.
FBD
