Sandyman

Took my Sandbike to Harriman today for a few loops. What a great investment that bike was! After five 14 mile loops (I ran the last loop of course) my legs are going to be primed for my Half Ironman next weekend. Thanks to my Sandbike, it wasn't just an average day in Harriman. It was actually a little difficult for me to get up those hills on my fourth loop. I couldn't stay in my big chain ring as I usually do. Ha! I guess this is was age groupers feel like. (As someone who usually podiums in my races, I can't really consider myself an age grouper).

I even saw some people from my neighborhood out on the course, struggling to get up the hills, of course. As I passed them they asked (between gasping breaths) where my usual beautiful bike the Black Ninja was. I told them the truth - that it was in the shop getting tuned for next weekend's big race. I also told them about my Sandbike (I guess they didn't read that entry on my blog) to explain why I was a little bit slower than usual. I don't want those losers to think that they can normally keep up with me. I mean, this one guy, A., he could almost ride with me on the uphills but I blew him out on the downhills. That's what happens when you have 35 pounds of steel between your legs, baby!

After my 14 mile run I took a cooling dip in Lake Sebago. The lake was officially closed, but I said EFF THAT! and dove in to swim a few miles. Some portly park worker was yelling at me when I emerged, saying she had called the park rangers to arrest me or some bee-ess. I just ignored her and got in my car and drove home. Sometimes you've got to take your warrior mentality to the MAX! And sometimes warriors have to break "the law."