Ruff morning
Uggh. I tried doing intervals this morning, but I can’t shake this crap-tacular feeling I’ve had since the double header Saturday. I couldn’t for the life of me get my heart rate over 160, so I suspect I havent fully recovered. It might also have to do with the slight hangover I had this morning. My freinds from Italy (Ari and his fiancee Breffni) rolled in last night to stay for the week at our palace in the Bucket, so naturally I drank too much vino after dinner, and ate some food items I probably shouldn’t have. These include a bag of Chee-tos, and some nice smuggled-in Parmesan cheese.
Tomorrow night it will be another hill slug-fest between Chuck and I. Hope I’ll be recovered by the weekend for the first major road race on Saturday (Turtle Pond), and then the Root 66 MTB race in CT on Sunday.
“slow down tubby! you’re not on the moon yet.”