So I'm miraculously healed. No really. My leg is fine. 100%. Running on it and everything. So whaddya know? My own personal Christmas miracle. I don't know what was wrong with it, but I'm not going to look a gift healing in the mouth (that made no sense) so I'm just going to go with it and be thankful.
Little training buddy and I hit the Y this morning at 7:00 am. We're going again on Monday, but not so early. We decided 7:30. When did 7:30 get to be "not so early"? I guess right around the time 20 miles ended up being our short rides. Speaking of which, I read that to stay in shape Sheryl Crow bikes 50 miles a day. And do you think she did that before she met "the man with the yellow jersey"? Heck no. Do you even think she owned a bike before she met THE MAN? Way to subjugate your personality for a little boyfriend love, Sheryl. You'll never reach self-actualization that way. I'm kidding of course. If I hooked up with Lance, I would so be out riding my bike. Heck I'd make him buy me a new bike, one for every day of the week. And I'd make him change my flats too. But it was interesting to see Miss soon-to-be-biker-bride on the cover of Shape magazine touting her fitness secrets. Um, did anyone care about her fitness secrets when she was a guitar player/rock star? Yeah, I didn't think so.
So despite being married to a super gamer nerd (and NOT featured on the cover of Game World despite that) here are my fitness secrets: Mr. Pibbs plus Red Vines equals crazy delicious.
Merriest of Merry Christmases, all!
Elizabeth
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