So today was the day. I really didn't plan on taking so many rest days to recover from Cowtown; my body just kind of demanded it. This morning however I hopped on the trainer for a quick spin (one episode of Monk) and a short run afterwards.
My legs felt heavy, like they'd just been on the bike and, you know, run a 50K recently. But I managed a decent pace in spite of my lead legs.
Afterwards I went out in search of a new tri top and Tex Mex. In THAT order. It is very important that you try on the skin tight spandex BEFORE you eat your weight in chips. Write that nugget down. I snagged a cute pink & orange zippered top and jog bra, both 50% off. Gotta love a sale!
Note, an example of just how lazy I am...I really wanted Tin Star but Qdoba is in the same parking lot as the tri shop. Plus, I wanted to walk and Tin Star is another 4 miles away. So I settled. Sigh.
I have a point here, I promise. Once home again I tried on my new gear with my tri shorts to make sure there was no skin belt. Side note: why are all tri tops so short? Anywho...I could NOT get my new jog bra unhooked. I wriggled and jumped and reached and stretched and finally thought I'd just have to sleep in it and then beg Gretchen or Heidi to unhook it for me after our ride tomorrow. Quel embarrassment!
After much stress and a little perspiration on my furrowed brow, I finally got it undone. Whew.
And that, fair readers, is why jog bras are dangerous!
This has nothing to do with this post. Just my kind pacer Gretchen, me and my ginormous race shirt from Cowtown. Seriously. I totally had runner's brain and when I was told this was the smallest shirt they had I replied, "Don't y'all know runners are..." and the volunteer replied, "tiny?" Um, well, maybe not tiny, but not a man!