Training Time
You probably don't want to hear how I ran 7 miles on Monday night and that Brendan ran 16...and our legs hurt (his hurt more--about twice as much, I'd say). Brendan rode 100 miles last weekend! (He's really stealing my thunder with this Ironman thing.)
We've been traveling up to Madison the past few weekends so Brendan can test-ride/train on the actual course of the IMOO or Madison Ironman...but between my "reorganizing attempt" in the house, and his assumption that everything lives in the trunk, we forgot his helmet and shoes. Aargh. That might not seem like a big deal, but on 100 mile bike ride on an open road...kind of important...and expensive. Dumb. Dumb. Dumb.
So, while he was getting shoes and riding all over Wisconsin, I was sitting in the hotel lobby hoping to see Lance Armstrong (and possibly his BFFs) b/c the Trek Bike Sales Meeting/Conference was in our hotel. (Trek is a major sponsor of Team Discovery--which Lance is now part owner of or something.) But...nothing. No Matthew McConaguhey (I know that's misspelled, but geez dude, get an easier name) not even a George Hincapie. But lots of guys with shaved legs and heads. Kind of like that 1st Apple Computer commercial with the 1984 theme.
And then when we got back, after we picked him up from the kennel, apparently Napoleon puked a sea of vomit all over our drapes, the window sill, the floor...AND had diarrhea.
Thankfully I had already gone to work, so Brendan had to clean it up. Picture it. It's sort of funny when you imagine the swearing that must have been involved.
Seriously, this is the kind of stuff we've been up to.
We've been traveling up to Madison the past few weekends so Brendan can test-ride/train on the actual course of the IMOO or Madison Ironman...but between my "reorganizing attempt" in the house, and his assumption that everything lives in the trunk, we forgot his helmet and shoes. Aargh. That might not seem like a big deal, but on 100 mile bike ride on an open road...kind of important...and expensive. Dumb. Dumb. Dumb.
So, while he was getting shoes and riding all over Wisconsin, I was sitting in the hotel lobby hoping to see Lance Armstrong (and possibly his BFFs) b/c the Trek Bike Sales Meeting/Conference was in our hotel. (Trek is a major sponsor of Team Discovery--which Lance is now part owner of or something.) But...nothing. No Matthew McConaguhey (I know that's misspelled, but geez dude, get an easier name) not even a George Hincapie. But lots of guys with shaved legs and heads. Kind of like that 1st Apple Computer commercial with the 1984 theme.
And then when we got back, after we picked him up from the kennel, apparently Napoleon puked a sea of vomit all over our drapes, the window sill, the floor...AND had diarrhea.
Thankfully I had already gone to work, so Brendan had to clean it up. Picture it. It's sort of funny when you imagine the swearing that must have been involved.
Seriously, this is the kind of stuff we've been up to.
posted by Heather Gately at 9:35 PM
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