Well 21km run in the books this morning. Listened to some pretty saweet music, including the previously mentioned "Revolver" even though there was nothing revolving about today's run. Wasn't particularly fast, but it was pretty warm out and there was a strong headwind on the way back.
Post run activities were not particularly exciting. I had to de-nauseaify (yes, I have created a new term, one day it will be put in place of the word "anti-emetic" in clinical practice, just wait...) by lying down on the floor for some time and then lying in bed for a bit nibbling on some crackers. Stomach not happy. Had a shower and realised that I was pretty wobbly and my leg muscles kept threatening to cramp up on me. Nervous system not happy. Stomach unhappy + nervous system unhappy=pretty wicked awesome times (****super sarcastic for those unable to determine whether I was actually having the time of my life having nausea and muscle cramping and wobbliness all at the same time). Why I was like this? Who knows? Body is angry...tired...hungry...adjective of your choice that does not describe happiness. Haha. My nervous system definately got the worse end of the bargain as it is still crying inside--the nausea has subsided. I have got the compression tights on now and am letting them infuse their magic into my legs. Yes, my compression tights do have the ability to infuse magic into my legs. Don't question it.
Went grocery shopping which can be an adventure at the best of times...I am awesome and zoned out a few times while wandering around the fruit and vegtable section...and then the dairy section...and then the bread and dip section...I didn't run into anyone with my shopping cart though! **WINNER**
Have a 25-30km ride planned for this evening post salt infused dinner (infused is a word of the day apparently). Gonna take it easy on my legs and recover during this ride.
2 weeks out from the Calgary 70.3!!! 1 week out from Ironman Lake Placid sign up!!!
Tomorrow is a HUGE stage at the TOUR!!! GO ANDY GO!!! :)
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