You told me you wanted to be Julie. Now you want to be Mary.

Three of my horses got scratched in the optional races, and there was indecision on my part with the built-up emotions and nerves. Getting lunch compounded the problem. I was sick to my stomach.

My nerves are still frazzled. I can't talk without stuttering, muttering and mumbling.

Because of my significant youth over these guys, I'm sticking around a couple more years.

Look at the guy. He looks like he's going to drop dead any second.

I went back to the room to study and my nerves were shattered. I handicapped for three hours until my eyes were stinging. They hurt like hell.