First, I have to tell you this funny story. It is one of those things where you probably "had to" be there, but I'll try to tell it anyways...
Sunday I was dragging a$$ from a long day at the wrestling tournament the day before. Not to mention I don't sleep well, because McRib snorts {yes, I said snort, not snore} while he sleeps, so half the night I'm up and then I'm off to sleep on the couch, which does not make for good sleeping either. So, I have a full day planned which does not leave room for sloughing unless I would just totally skip something.
- Cut McRib's hair {had to be done, the hair was getting quite scary}
- 90 min run {part of my 1/2 marathon training}
- Shower {get ride of the run-smell before I go spin}
- Buy John shoes {because the broken record won't stop until I do}
- Meet my friends and spin for 2 hours at the Y {part of my Triple Bypass Training}
- Shower {for our SuperBowl party}
- Take John to a SB party and pick up Jake's friend {thank goodness McRib did this for me}
- Drive back to town for the party {!!!!!}
OK, so I think I had 2 cups of coffee and one little nibblet of monkey bread before I took off for my run. Run was great. Smooth sailing for the first 5 miles. Harley, my running partner, brought out every dog along the way which did get annoying cause I had to backtrack to get him OFF the dog, but we made it. At mile 5 I took my energy pack and headed back. Gah! it's a little windy. This is good for the training right? To run in all conditions? Well, I think I ended up with a faster pace headed back. This is a good thing. McRib picked me up, I power showered and we were off to town to spin. On the way I ate a granola bar cause by now I'm starving and my tummy is screaming: "feed me! feed me!". That granola bar, just didn't do the trick.
We power shopped, got shoes {this is story in and of itself, but I'm not going to even go there, if you have kids, you can probably guess where I'm not headed}. Now my a$$ is dragging even farther behind me and I'm extremely famished. I really didn't want to eat fast food right before getting on the bike or even on the bike {gah!}, so I opted for some of the snacks I packed for the group. I ate a snack pack of Nutter Butters and then a pack of fruit snacks. OMG! I hate snacks, I need some real food! Biscuits and gravy with hashbrowns, big juicy hamburger, pasta...something other than snacks, YUK!
So what do I do next, I yank down my sweats....and no bike shorts on. AHHH!! Yep. Thank goodness I had underwear on {boy cut, not a thong}. My fast-twitch muscles, which I don't really have, kicked in as soon as my non-fueled, tired brain realized what just happened. I turned 20 shades of red as there was only one other girl in the room and 5 guys. I continued to move quickly and swiftly producing a pair of bike shorts from my gym bag and off I went to change. That produced another level of exhaustin.
It's 1:30 by the time I get on the bike and I know I'll be lucky to make one hour. No decent fuel, embarrassing moment and 9.5 miles under my belt; I'm basically done before I get started. I spun in a very low gear (3) and called it a recovery ride. All I could think about was the ribs I was going to eat when I got home!!! {And I only rode one hour.}
Today's workout: 8 x hills, 60 min spin. {I'll be lucky to get it done. I'm still dragging hiney!} Have a great Tuesday.
Now we know where they come from.
OK! So I blew the theme I created myself. Get over it. HA! I did the whole dark and dramatic make up thingie, teased my hair way out, used a bottle of hair spray to hold it, and had my kiddo take some pics. I couldn't pull it off. It was fun, but I am NO MODEL. I don't know how those cutie pie chics do it. So I found this pic taken a couple summers ago when I was into mountain bike racing.
