I know, I'm such a dork.
So, last week was all bikebikebike and now that the race is over I'm not quite sure what to do with myself. One little story that came out of the race (a story I didn't include in my 900 page race report manifesto) was that I swear my My Precious Studio wings necklace made me go faster. I was really nervous that morning and decided right before we left that I needed a little race mojo. I slapped on my little wings necklace and was good to go. The wings work, people. They are awesome and I wish I had taken a picture of them so you could see. But I don't because I'm a sucky blog-person. You will just have to imagine what it looks like (hint: it looks like wings).
I finally started going back to the gym this week (funny! It has ceilings and no spiderwebs) and took my usual weights class which was way more painful than usual because my muscles all have ADD. I was, embarrassingly, only able to do ONE tricep pushup instead of my usual three. Humiliation!
This one musclehead (w/ a sweet tribal tattoo, natch) who takes the class was all Xterra stamped so after the class I confronted him and demanded to know why he wasn't home recovering. He giggled (lord!) and admitted he couldn't lay off, that he was crazy. He's one of those Seal Team freaks, as it turns out, and after talking to me for 30 seconds was all gung-ho about how I should join a triathlon team next year. I totally should! He didn't seem to understand that when I said I don't run or swim that what I mean was that I don't run or swim. Why don't people ever believe me?
He got all excited about my running problem, and started talking about sports medicine and how I should go get my problem(?) diagnosed. I gave him my firm self-diagnoses on running: it hurts, so I don't do it. Damn, isn't mountain biking enough? Unfazed, he changed his tact and suggested that I try trail hiking because, and I quote, "It will really take the weight off." Oh, really?
That conversation was so over.