I started my long bike ride on Saturday at 1:30 in the afternoon. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but that quickly faded when it turned to like 98 degrees and I was riding into the wind. The wind. I despise the wind. That is my one hope for Kentucky, that there will be no wind. There is nothing worse than being on a bike with the wind blowing what feels like 40 mph. I also made a wrong turn at some point and ended up on a gravel road. Fantastic. As you can guess, a road bike does not do well on a gravel road. I did what any self respecting, pink skirt wearing girl could do, I got off of my bike and walked him until I got to the pavement. (I also squatted and peed on the gravel road, but that seems unlady like to mention.) I finally made it home after 65 miles of hell. Yes, I am well aware that I have 112 miles of hell to look forward to and 65 miles is only scratching the surface.
I was disguisting, covered in salt and completely soaked with sweat. All I wanted to do was lay in my chair and read my book, Fifty Shades Freed. (That is a whole story within itself, damn you Michelle!) I knew, I just knew that I would beat myself up if I did not at least go out for a small brick run. So, I did what any self respsecting, pink skirt wearing girl would do, I grabbed my iPod and darted out the door. I ran by one of my neighbors that gave me an odd look for looking so rough. I swear, these people wonder if I ever wear any other clothes besides workout clothes. I am surprised and how okay running feels after taking a beating on the bike. I completed my mile and went inside to shower, plopped myself in my chair and started reading.
Besides working, maintaining our house, and training for this Ironman, my friend Michelle insisted that I read the 50 Shades of Grey trilogy. I fought it for as long as I could, but finally caved on our airport ride home from the Grand Canyon two weeks ago. Um, yeah, I cannot stop reading! Jeeze Louise, something has got to give, I am exhausted! I cannot stay up late reading these things! I am happy to say that I have less than 100 pages of the last book left. Maybe I will catch up on my sleep since I will not be anxiously turning the page waiting on the next sexual scene.
Oh and the Grand Canyon, yes we just returned from hiking Rim to Rim to Rim of that beautiful hole in the ground. Gee, doesn't that sound like such a relaxing vacation? Hopefully, I will find time to post a complete report one night this week.
And one more thing, you know how you are not supposed to go to the grocery store hungry because you end up buying crap? Well, I went to Target yesterday to pick up my birth control pills and I came out with this:
Yes, I solely intended on picking up just a $5 prescription that keeps me from having children and ended up with six bags of candy. It started innocently enough, I was just going to buy some Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, but it kind of snowballed into buying all of this. I have no shame.
I was so hungry, that I wanted Chipotle, but decided I just could not wait the extra 10 minutes it would take to get the Chipotle and get it home to start enhaling it. So I went with Plan B, which was two bowls of cereal and butt load of candy. Good choice Keri.
Just in case you are concerned that I am not eating enough, I did out eat Ken on Sunday. Yes, that is correct, this 4'10, 100 pound, self respecting, pink skirt wearing girl out ate her 6'4, 210 pound husband. I will sign autographs later.