Wednesday morning, my fitness be like:
Probably just all the popcorn I've been eating.
Thursday, I woke up at 5:30AM for an early smash-and-grab junk miles session. First one since before I left for Breck Epic.
Did you know the sun doesn't come out until @7:00AM now?
Anyways, felt like slight pooh. Empty pooh. Eggs, veggies and Sierra Nevada the night before was not enough to fuel the fire. This is where a coach would be handy. Or logic.
Last night's Dirty Easy Ride turned into a fail bail on my part, and a random sighting of Bill Nye on the way home became stop for a beer at The Spoke Easy, which became two, and then three, and then a rain storm...
I think I'll start being more of an "athlete" next week.
And now, your Wadsworthless Moment of Zen