With my first sense, I see the crowd lining up to congratulate you on 10k
With my second sense, I hear the buzz of anticipation as the 10k manor staff prepares for your arrival
With my third sense, I taste the pancakes that have been pulled out of the frizzer in your honor
With my fourth sense, I feel the lurve all around
With my fifth sense, I smell the satisfaction of a job well done
With my sixth sense I see dead people
With my seventh sense, also known as the “Spidey sense”, I’m feeling all tingly