As we walked across the pool deck this afternoon, both a wiggling and a jiggling, I looked at the Expert and said, “I’m sorry, but did we really do a half-Iron three weeks ago?”
I am amazed at how quickly I get fluffy.
Granted, fluffiness didn’t arrive through lack of effort. I got a birthday cake (ate at least 3/4 of it myself). We celebrated my birthday yesterday with lots of good food and lots of wine and Raspberry Vodka Collins.
You can say that I’ve tried very hard to re-earn my muffin top over the last few weeks. But alas, it’s time to stop. Yes, I’ve been saying that. But I mean it now. Of course, Thanksgiving is an awesome time to try and watch the food intake. Ha.
Today, I did a three (supposed to be six) mile run and a twenty minute swim, and boy, am I sore. Already. I think the road to the second 70.3 is going to feel strangely like the road to the first 70.3 – nothing short of horrific sacrifice and pain.
Bunch of masochists… triathletes.