So this afternoon I discovered a whole new world of hurt. And the ringleader of this world is this man:
This afternoon, after my morning of mental toughness, exam style, I came home to this:
I saw heart rates that I didn't think were possible on a trainer. I felt glorious pain from my legs. I spun, I sprinted, I prevailed. And then I fell, like a lump of flesh onto my couch. Sweet!
Then once I was able to drag my body off the couch I gave Mike Honcho some TLC. I was so embarrassed that I allowed my prized possession to get so dirty. So we had some time together with a hose, soap, and a toothbrush, and now he's beautiful again. At least having a dirty bike is better than having a clean bike that never gets used!
And this just in from IMFL... Apparently the InsideOut Sports tent is selling...
More Cowbell T-shirts!
I feel like such a trendsetter
A Few Good Swims
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