My mild case of tourettes really shines while I'm on my bike, especially alone. Not only do I yell things like "SQUIRREL" and "TURKEY" but I love throwing in words like "COLD" and many, many expletives that would make even a sailor blush.
I get off the Trace around mile 64...okay, only 16 more, less than an hour if I can hold a decent pace with these beat legs. I stop at the gas station to reload on gatorade and man, oh, man was I ever saddened when I realized it was officially lunch hour and their was a BBQ restaurant attached to the gas station. I have NEVER smelled such deliciousness in all my life! I really did think tears were going to well up in my eyes. Those rednecks chowing down on 'Q had nothing on me...have they ever tried a Clif Shot Block? Ha, ha, delish! Wahhh!!!
Who wouldn't want to eat this spread after exercising for 6.5 hours!?
All in all a great training day...my head cannot wait to hit the pillow tonight and rest up for my 16 mile run tomorrow! When is it going to be Monday? ;)