WEEKEND RECAP: THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME
well, ladies and gents, there's really no recap, because i didn't get shit done this weekend. but i'm home now. back to my own bed, and BACK TO REGULARLY SCHEDULED TRAINING.
i did manage to pull a 10 miler out of my ass last night when i arrived at my last hotel for the trip. i thought for sure after driving 3 hours from Monterey back to S.F. that i'd be toast, but it was the bellman of all people who got me all fired up. we got to talking about Ironman (big surprise) and next thing i know, he's brought all the gear up to my room and talked me into a frenzy and i'm all fired up to go out for a run and see what i can do. so i did. and i could do 10 miles. not the 15 that were on the schedule, but 10 beats hitting that hotel bed and calling room service. i ended up doing that after the 10 miles anyway so go figure.
flew home today and had hoped to get right on the bike, but work reared its ugly head and i got stuck on the phone 'til about 4pm. so i suited up anyway and rode the SHORTEST RIDE EVAH. 5.6 miles to my LBS to pick up some more tubes and co2 cartridges. i didn't even break a sweat but MAN DID IT FEEL GOOD TO BE BACK ON MY BIKE!!! like Iron God said, i will never forsake the bike again. i'm even thinking of naming it which i always saw as really lame, right along with throwing your dog a birthday party. it's a bike. it's a dog. but at this point in training, i think it may be time to christen the fucker with some sort of name and make this deal official. any suggestions??
and lastly, i thought this was really funny and most telling. a top search query that lead to my blog reads as follows: