Again, it’s like any race- there’s a bad patch and then you eat, drink, recover and you’ll find a good patch. Sometimes the race is over and you hit the good patch – like when you step into Jamba Juice.
I think I race in like 3 weeks but haven’t really trained more than 5-6 hours a week, so it should be epic and embarrassing but maybe just maybe 2 other people will show and I’ll still get a podium and feel good about that. Bad if one of those two folks are on a 10 speed or a cruiser bike.
I had a dream I had wicked ripped abs. Must have been the 3 small peanut butter cups I had before bed. For now it’s a dream and the 3 mins of core work I do every day is slowly creeping to 4 and then maybe 5. There’s a bit more hostility I have to endure when doing core and it usually involves me being sat on by a child or two children or a cat or and probably worse, I get my face and ear licked by the dog. It’s like a core workout under fire in real life conditions.
I HATE food blogs.
I hate them about as much as I hate home remodel and fix it up shows. They make everything look so easy but after spending like 2 weeks building this arbor at our home I was pretty much never going to swing a hammer again.
The same thing applies to food blogs and shows. I can make smoothies pretty good and can probably throw down a pumpkin pie against nearly anyone but everything else, Greta or anyone with a food blog can do better. I also hate the photos because that just makes me feel worse. You can’t really present a smoothie or glass of wine badly – so I’ll stick to those. But…
Here is a food blog that is not really a food blog because poop stories are mixed in. So it makes the cut. It’s mostly funny and probably PG-13 a worthy read at lunch.
No one ever takes photos of me, well nearly never ever. So I have about 1 per month to pick from. So here’s one from the summer where the girls didn’t hate me but I think Greta did but more importantly, my legs look pretty good a bit chubby but still more awesome than 99% of those out there. I also haven’t shaved for 2010. I started to, but felt it was premature, so I basically have no hair on the tops of my thighs which has no purpose or point. Except I now just feel bad for not finishing it with conviction and I have guilt for not training enough or being consistent.
I’m also trying to convince my mom that I’m possibly adopted. My VO2 Max is 67. I also weigh over 80kg.