You never count your eggs before they hatch and you never celebrate a victory until the final buzzer. You end up looking like a fucking moron. I’d rather be the Kentucky guy. Ya, he got smoked and lost by a half mile but at least he didn’t blow his load on a dry run.
Who was he trying to pump up anyway, it’s a fucking track meet. Your parents are proud of you either way so maybe just focus on finishing the race off. It’s the least exciting event I can think of. You want people to cheer for you, play a real sport.