I made up new words.
Do you want to finish Ironman?
Say good-bye to all your friends!
You can't drink anymore!
Your social life's a bore!
But it's worth it in the end!
And congratulations, that song is now officially stuck in your head forever. (Welcome to my world.)
Anyway, a few highlights from this weekend's workouts:
Unfortunately, not even fancy shoes could help me feel any better on Saturday's run. But at least it was pretty.
|When you're so slow you believe this turtle is your spirit animal.|
I also rode another century yesterday. This one was much better than the first one, and I didn't feel like I was losing my mind at the end of it. Also, I was able to walk downstairs afterward, which is a huge improvement. I like to think my success was due largely to this hot dog, which I slipped into my jersey pocket for a mid-ride snack.
|You should always wrap that wiener.|
I know it's weird, but the salt and fat of a hot dog is the most perfect thing ever when I'm in the middle of a bike ride.
|Hey, Oscar Meyer: Let's talk sponsorships.|
And speaking of eating, my appetite has officially become the hunger vortex. See this fantastic, cheese-covered, gluten-free pizza?
I ate half of it in minutes. (And yes, I'm one of those gross folks who likes to dip slices in ranch dressing. Bring it.)
And it gets better: Immediately after eating, all I want to do is sleep. Like faceplant on the table. Man, I'm a party animal right now.