The workouts this weekend weren't bad. It was hot hot hot - much warmer than I had expected, given the the Capital Weather Gang's forecast late last week, which made it sound like it would be pretty nice - I guess they just meant no rain. It also didn't help that I didn't get out the door until well past 10am each day. It's amazing how much harder it is to get out the door for short workouts, when you feel like you have all the time in the world because you only need to be on the bike 1/3 of the amount of time you're typically riding it. Too bad I waste all that extra time tooling around on Facebook. Le sigh. I didn't feel super fast or super snappy, but I felt decent enough. I probably could've done with eating a bit more (both on and off the bike), but that is the story of my life.
Speaking of eating, did you know my cat is a fiend for whipped cream. He just hears the top pop off and he is ALL over it. We learned today, however, that he is NOT a fan of whipped cream stuck to his nose. Miles licking it off him added insult to injury - wish I'd gotten a picture of THAT!
|Could he look less thrilled?|