I’m looking forward to going home to California after 3+ weeks away.
My dogs don’t cut me a break because I did an Ironman. I do love them for that but I sometimes get tired on these long walks.
I don’t know how I forgot to mention the guy that peed on me during the IM AZ bike. He couldn’t have, you know, stayed BEHIND me while he peed on the bike – he had to pass me in a headwind, pull RIGHT in front of me, and then let loose with his spray. I think the nicest thing I screamed was calling him a fucking prick.
I’m glad I brought my own paparazzi to the race, because my official race photos were disappointing.
Some were OK and some were downright bad.
Is that guy peeing in the bushes behind me?
Oh, don’t bother getting the shot when my arms were OVER my head in joy, get them after, that’s not an awkward look at all.
At least I can see Jeff in red in this one.
Really? This is the only shot you could get of me running a 5-hour marathon?
My appetite is back. As is my thirst for beer. It’s been a nice day. Happy Thanksgiving Eve!