In American politics, a 'front-runner or frontrunner is a leader in an electoral race. While the front-runner in athletic events (the namesake of the political concept) is generally clear, a political front-runner, particularly in the U.S. presidential primary process, is less so; a potential nominee may lead in the polls, have the most name recognition, the most funds raised, or a combination of these. The front-runner is most often declared by the media who are following the race, and is written about in a different style than his or her challengers.
The Front Runner is a small day sailing dinghy. It is a high-performance, responsive, and comfortable one-design class sailboat. It is stable and user-friendly, having an immense cockpit with all control lines leading aft (to the cockpit). While designed for racing, it also functions as a small cruising day sailer because of the storage space under the deck in the bow.
The Front Runner was developed by Bill Spencer in the early 1990s, culminating in its production starting in 1996. The sailboat was produced in three different places: Gloucester, Virginia, Irvington, Virginia, and Hollywood, Maryland. It has a total of 202 square feet (18.8 m2) of sail area (including only the mainsail and jib; with the spinnaker it reaches 527 square feet (49.0 m2) of sail area). For the spinnaker it has a retractable bowsprit. The main is loose-footed, and its jib is roller furling. It has no trapeze due to its exceptional balance and hull construction. Its rig, a low-profile, 3 point fractional Sloop rig, kick-up rudder, and swinging keel make the Front Runner a high-performance sailing craft.
Repetition is a cobweb I have gotten used to all my life
when each day is like a mirror image, I swear I've seen this all before
the sky has fallen, the sun burnt out, the leaves all blown away
I don't think I can get myself to wake up and face another day
When it feels like, nothings going your way, and you wanna be new again...
Say what you mean, cause tomorrow might be too late
if you wanna start all over
And feel what you feel, cause today is almost over
if you wanna go back to sleep
Repetition is a cobweb I have gotten used to day by day
when each face is broken, battered, and bloody, I swear I've felt this way before
the sky has fallen, the sun burnt out, the leaves all blown away
I don't think I can get myself to wake up and face another day
When you find out, nothings going your way, and you wanna be new again...
Say what you mean, cause tomorrow might be too late
if you wanna start all over
And feel what you feel, cause today is almost over