"Will you stop for lunch?"

No offense to my fabulous coworker who asked this question, but this HAS to be one of the funniest questions I've been asked throughout my Ironman preparation. I couldn't stop laughing, and quickly commented...you're not the first to ask, but no, you don't stop for lunch.

I was supposed to ride tonight after work. I arranged to meet Jen at the downtown airport, got down there, changed clothes, pumped up the tires...you name it, I was pretty much ready to roll...that is, until I went to grab the cycling shoes. Oh right, those are sitting on the floor in my garage! URGGGGHHHHH!!!! Not a happy camper at all - I said goodbye to Jen and headed home. I actually intended to get the shoes and go back, but I was so grumpy, and I had a really bad headache (technically, I've had this since yesterday afternoon) - so I called Steve and was griping it up and his response? "just skip it..." Go take a nap or something...it didn't take much convincing - I bailed. I threw on some normal clothes and went over to Terry's to see if he could assess the options for fastening Troy's luggage carrier to the top of my car. While it wasn't a ride, it was a necessary item to check off the list.

I'm going to bed.