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This is the bike route I completed to and from Lake Thunderbird and my apartment on sunday afternoon. Why training you ask? Andrew and I have decided to peddle down to Sulfur(sic) for a portion of the spring break, and I desperately need to get in shape. So, here I am currently ill (probably due in no small part to overexerting myself on sunday's jaunt). This all kinda started happening about a week ago, when I noticed I have been getting a bit soft in the midsection, and I read an article in Wired about this freak who ran fifty marathons in fifty days.
I don't have this kind of resolve, but I was kind of amazed that I could complete a 22 mile bike ride. Now, to get up to eighty. If I die, Andrew Swanson is the man responsible. Remind me that if I am going to punish my body in such a manner, I need to stock up on protein, zinc and vitamin C. That way, when I get done with the physical abuse, I just might not sound like Joan Rivers ran over me with her ass truck. Speaking of ass truck......
Do these make my ass look fat? or is it the Keystone box behind me?
EDIT: I am no longer ill, I got to feeling better during the second half of today, it did take me about three days to post this. Sorry for any confusion.