11-08-11 EIMS: I am in the office working, though I am slacking off hard and somehow I seem to have gained permission for doing so. Tim wants me to join his team, which is like a national team, though from an objective standpoint it is more of a business team. The deal with the team is to run the distance of the tour de France. He wants me as something like a motivational advisor or be the flag ship and actually go for the win. He thinks I would be really good at that, but I tell him that my long distance stamina is utter crap and that I therefore wouldn't be the best. I don't particularly want to do it, so I ask when it is starting. 4th of September he says, to which I respond I would be unavailable. I tell him before I know, but the memory of me having to start up uni again creeps up (an actual WL memory! =P). There is sort of a skip in the dream and we are at the end of the first stage, where Thure my flatmate has come in first. We are standing in the afternoon sun by the road side right next to a red cliff mountain. I tell either Mark or Tim that I will be betting on Thure, but they hold out for someone from my high school class, though I don't quite catch the name. Thure himself admit to maybe not being able to keep up the tempo. I stick to my bet, more out of pride as some doubts have crossed my mind now.
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