That’s gonna be harder than it sounds because today I feel like I just got hit by a truck. Yes, I’m limping….very, very slowly. Probably my fault for letting my post-race enthusiasm have me ride my bike all over town and go out drinking beer until 3am. But hey, I did promise when I came here that, above else, I would have fun! And I rarely lie.
So welcome to the “Day After The Ironman” which is a time when most of the smart competitors will choose to rest. But others will opt for eating obscene amounts of chocolate ice cream and racing go-carts down the ski slopes.
Guess which one I’m doing? I’ll give you hint: It’s the one where you might almost crashed into a pylon trying to keep a 12 year old from passing you. What did you expect?