As Dr. Evil said, "It's frikkin' freezing, Mr. Bigglesworth". Rode 30 miles in 20 mph winds and low 40s. Dressed like I was heading off to ski or Siberia. Called a penalty on my inner monologue after it spouted, "What the hell am I doing?".
Showered up quick and took Madzo out to a great breakfast place called Maureen's for some home cooked chow. I think I ate the entire left side of the menu. Then, it was off to the mall to get her some stuff. Couldn't wait to get back home and veg. Need to pass out for a few hours. Chalk outline for sure.
Wait until it's raining! Or I look forward to your next Ironman if you do it in the springtime, you'll get to train in the snow!
ReplyDeleteThen "What the hell am I doing?" is usually the normal saying when you open the door. And always followed by "Thank God I did that!" after the workout!
I'm definitely leaning once & done. You're dead on right about the last part.
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