33, 75, 20, 10/2.
Today is Brendan's birthday! He is 33.
He's asked me not to make a big deal about it. So, we're not. But, if you want to give him a call and wish him a happy day, feel free. But NOT because it's his birthday...because that would be wrong.
Despite his rapidly approaching golden years, yesterday the old man picked up and rode his bike 75 miles. It was his first athletic endeavor since the IM race. Pretty impressive, if you ask me. I'll bet his legs hurt today, though.
I know mine do! I had my 20 mile run yesterday. 20.1, actually, but I don't want to brag. (Yes I totally do.) It is the longest that I have to do during my training. I am thrilled to have it done with...but I must say, if I had to run 20 miles I couldn't have picked a better day. The weather was just about as beautiful for a run as you could ask. The opposite of my 18 miler last week when I decided to head out ten minutes before a monsoon blew in.
But, despite gorgeous conditions, somehow the inside of my upper arms have the worst chafing ever, even though I took all of the normal precautions to prevent it.
So, as a result, I'm walking around today like a weightlifter, hoping I don't sweat AT all because...sweat + deodorant + chafing = me curled in a fetal position in the bathroom with washcloths shoved under my arms.
Only Uta Pippig's Boston Marathon finish brought more glamour to this glorious sport.
He's asked me not to make a big deal about it. So, we're not. But, if you want to give him a call and wish him a happy day, feel free. But NOT because it's his birthday...because that would be wrong.
Despite his rapidly approaching golden years, yesterday the old man picked up and rode his bike 75 miles. It was his first athletic endeavor since the IM race. Pretty impressive, if you ask me. I'll bet his legs hurt today, though.
I know mine do! I had my 20 mile run yesterday. 20.1, actually, but I don't want to brag. (Yes I totally do.) It is the longest that I have to do during my training. I am thrilled to have it done with...but I must say, if I had to run 20 miles I couldn't have picked a better day. The weather was just about as beautiful for a run as you could ask. The opposite of my 18 miler last week when I decided to head out ten minutes before a monsoon blew in.
But, despite gorgeous conditions, somehow the inside of my upper arms have the worst chafing ever, even though I took all of the normal precautions to prevent it.
So, as a result, I'm walking around today like a weightlifter, hoping I don't sweat AT all because...sweat + deodorant + chafing = me curled in a fetal position in the bathroom with washcloths shoved under my arms.
Only Uta Pippig's Boston Marathon finish brought more glamour to this glorious sport.
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