The weekend was not entirely wasted, though. I did get a ride in yesterday: Hill repeats with the team.
I don't know how something can be so painful and yet so fun at the same time. Oh wait -- I think maybe that describes triathlon perfectly.
|My "I survived" face|
Dumb things I did during this ride: Decided to pass five people on a hill during the warmup so I could ride next to Coach Mark at the front of the line. Heart rate went immediately to Zone 5. And I still tried to make conversation: "How was (gasp) your birthday? How is (gasp) the baby? How are (gasp) the cats? Don't mind (gasp) me -- I'm just going to (gasp) die here next to you!"
An even dumber bike-related thing: While putting the backseat down to make room for my bike, I hit my face against the side of the car. It hurt. A lot. And I immediately thought: I've given myself a black eye and should probably ice this. But I was in front of people, so I tried to be stoic and said nothing.
Until several minutes later when I realized I had actually cut my eyelid and blood was running down my face.
And then I started laughing hysterically, which is exactly the reaction that most normal people have when they realize their face is bleeding.
This is what my eye looks like now:
|Call it "boxer chic"|
I'm just thankful my skin is as dark as it is or the bruise would be much, much more visible. I swear, I'm an extra-special kind of stupid.