That was the real takeaway. I really thought she might keel over. Instead, he looked weak and sickly while she was fine. Another hour long and he would be out of race. He really did not prepare. It's amazing. It's like being convinced you can sing lead in Hamilton because the guys in the local bar like your karaoke rendition of Living on a Prayer. I'm actually jealous of his self-confidence, even if it's mental illness