This morning’s workout:
2 hour bike ride: 34 miles (17 mph avg)
30 minute run: 3.5 miles (8:36 min/mi avg)
These workouts kill me. I am tired. We rode half of the Boulder 70.3 course plus a bit more. The wind kicked up and I cussed. It got hot. The run was faster than I thought it would be, but I was bone tired by the end. I am not convinced that in just over two months I will be able to swim 1.2, bike 56 and run 13.1.
Post workout, I came inside, grabbed some Muscle Milk and water and sat on the back porch in my sport’s bra and underwear. The bike shorts had to come off immediately. They just had to. I usually go commando, but the underwear provides just a touch extra protection for the lady bits.
Yes, I am a bit dazed.
Golfers (yes, I live on a golf course, now you know) and neighbors be damned. Instead of yelling “Fore!” they can yell “Whore!” I am in my undies because I just did a brick workout and these lengthy episodes kick my ass. So, MYOB (mind your own business).
Call the cops or be a peeping Tom, I don’t care.
What was your workout today? Did you flash anyone?