If there's many more days like yesterday, the future of racing for Chili is inevitable. Maybe it was Rick's fault -- making me lug the chainsaw through 3 miles of trail. Maybe I'm just totally out of shape, old, whatever -- but my piddly two hours of bike/run was all I could do after hiking through the woods, with an average HR of 130! That's all she wrote...very dissappointing. And everything hurts, my shoulders, my legs, my ankle feels like its broke. Whine, whine, whine. Yes, I'll have some cheese with that whine! Make mine portwine.
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