Tuesday, March 31, 2009
It's 4:30am BIATCH!
...and you people know who you are too. All my IM peeps that are training their hearts out and look like they are about to pee on themselves, cry or could have a wicked leg cramp at any moment.
GET UP People, the day is starting...or maybe this is the middle of the nite, not totally sure. The scary part is the only other one I know that's up is Glaven. Who knows what the big perv is doing at 4:30, other than blogging or riding the pu$$y recumbent bike in the Glaven Gear!? Well, he's, apparently, kicking my arse at running these days, that's what he's doing. Pffft...I'm off to swim. Not sure what awaits me but I'm sure it'll be painful...always is. This week, going for ~16,000 meters, makes my Olive Oil like arms just tired thinking about it.
My coach, Ashley Whitney (Gold Medal superstar and Open Water Swim guru), asked me to be the swimmer of the month on our team website. She must be hurtin' for topics...or knows how long winded I am and figured I could fill and empty day in blog world. If you'd like to see our 'interview,' check it out at Exceltriathletes.com - if it's not up now, it'll be up in a day or so. Yes, I am just as ridiculous in real life and at swim practice. Who else is going to goose you when you go by? Mmmm? Yep, I'm the mad gooser...cute buns and you're a target! Watch out! There actually is good information and great workouts on the site as well. So if you're looking for something different, try a workout or two.
I can NOT believe I got zero comments on Bobke Roll...jeeze people. We lerve Bob Roll! That guy is like a stand up comedian for cyclists, no freakin joke. I'd love to hang with that guy for a cocktail or ten.
In wicked ridonkulous news....
A friend (who shall remain nameless) sent me a text today. I'm reading it and I started to blush because I'm wondering "what kind of epic nite" I had last nite that I was not aware of (and Ryan was out of town) that he, apparently, thoroughly enjoyed. Yep, sent the message to the wrong person! Poor guy apologized until I told him to just stop because who really doesn't want some soft core porn in the middle of a meeting? Why do I look at the shiz people send me on my booberry in the middle of a freakin meeting? It was important too but after I snorted in the middle, they looked at me like I was going to share what was so dayum funny. This one, I'm keeping to myself guys and deleting it. It wasn't intended for me but I'm glad that someone had an epic nite! I was sawing logs with two Boxers that joined in the musical with their own snoring. Yeah, epic nite...because we know how to parrrty.