Twas the night before Tempe Twas the night before Tempe, and tucked in her bed, Ragen sat staring, her eyes filled with dread. She knew the next morning her nightmare was here for she had gained weight since this time last year.   The moon on the breast of her budget hotel, the AC in the room kept it hotter than hell. No colder it went than a warm 68. Oppressing it was, it's purpose was hate.   After months of excuses and lies and deceit, the big day was upon her, and so was defeat. Donuts and ice cream and cookies and cake, she knew that her diet was her biggest mistake.   And since less than a mile she'd waddled each week, her chances at Tempe looked exceptionally bleak. With two miles per hour her best running pace, there was no way in hell she'd finish this race.   It was at Ragen's moment of deepest despair that Juliane farted and blew over a chair. The CPAP machine had been knocked on its side. It had to be fixed or they both would have died.   She stood up to right it, in tears and in pain. If only she'd fit in the seats on the plane. An excuse this would be when she updates her blog, fatshaming was why she'd be unable to jog.   It was then that a glimmering light did appear. Her cell phone was buzzing, a message was here! With excitement and hustle she tapped on it twice, Someone on tumblr was not being nice.   "i hope you die" were the words she did see, A death threat this was, she let out a ree! The race was now over, finished, complete, this troll had just ruined her chance to compete.   Away to her blog she moved oh so quick, her readers need telling about this dumb prick. With sadness I tell you that no I won't race, a shitlord appeared and destroyed my safe space!   With that she retired for comfort and slumber, 12 more months she now had to hasten her lumber. This thought on her head as she flicked off the light, A bad day it had been, but a wonderful night!