Drove home last night, jumped out of the car, quick change, grabbed Bodhi and cruised through the first part of a 6 mile run until I felt like Gandhi on a fast. Bailed after 3 miles, and ate eggs, English muffins, cheese, OJ, and washed it down with chips/salsa and two cans of beer. Jesus Focker, I think I was still hungry from that bike race on Sunday. Then I quickly went into turbo cleaning mode because by shit from the weekend was all over the place. Tent, chairs, clothes, coolers, dishes, bike gear – then mop the floors, laundry and a quick kitchen cleanup. Category 5 Hurricane Chris comin’ to a home near you. Damn, the place felt great when I was done.
D walked in late last night with the Phoenix Crud – when you breathe that particulate laden air for a couple of days, it can bring your ass down. I didn’t get it, yet anyway, knock on wood. She’s got a cooking class teaching crepe making on Thursday, so I hope she can kick it to the curb.
Garage Trainers Session tonight with Red Rock teammates 2nite. Looks like a 5-dude sausage fest at Goldman’s place. This is the only way I can ride the rollers. He has some Hi Def TDF coverage, and there will be some shit-talking going on, so I should stay motivated for an hour of spinning. Back to the running on Thursday as this 20 mile per week goal has been attainable, fun, and pretty good for me.
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