Weekly Weigh In
Woohoo. I am 2/3s of the way to fighting weight.
Can't believe I am doing this again.
I blame this team, and all the excitement over next year, for my new found resolve. Damn all of you. Especially damn you when it comes time for puking intervals. Feh.
After a year of looking over my shoulder for the boogie man still trapped in my vein, I have decided that its do or die. The little feller in my popliteal seems to have taken up permanent residency, so might as well welcome him with the gush of gasping blood thats sure to surge through while racing. The leg is a little gimpy, but the lungs have recovered. And now, so has the spirit.