Okay...

Yogurt boy's KS reference que'd the last bit of sunday. The missing part.

So. Car loaded up. I got a bottle of Gatorade to drink on the way home. And i do.

Unload the car. Wash the bike. Take wet back of mud soaked clothes, shake out most of mud, take rest of clothes into shower for pre-wash. Washing caked mud out of hairy legs is a major pain. I'm shaven the sunsofbitchsticks i'm standing on if any course even threatens to be muddy.

So i get cleaned up. Load the wet dirty clothes into the washer, extra soap, presoak, extra rinse set... and i realize... i'm wicked freaking HUNGRY. I down first a StonerFarms Strawberry smoothie (i mean stonyfield) in one gulp. And think, what else? Well, a tub of Kozy Shack EuroStyle Rice puddin is looking tempting... and i sit down watching some Redskin and Patriot dismantlation and finish the whole thing. Nummy. Tummy feels way better. Then i polish off four waffles. And grab one of the Octoberfest Beers, otter creek IIRC.

That then completed the post race recovery. The fish and chips, onion rings, clam cakes probably aren't the best post race dinner... but i'm pretty sure the Kozy Shack made up for it.

Maybe that's how it works for me. Eat the Shack AFTER the race. Post race fuel. Hmmmm....

Another permutation of preparation to be habitualized...

next week... next week... might there be a chance to see the Yogurt Boy at a race since what... Gloucester? its like he's avoiding me... or V/V

That and KL has had the same Links of the Day up for like way many days...

kinda funny...

but then as inactive as she's been bloggin, not suprising...

That and Solobreak things just posting 50bazillion images today is like acceptable or something...