The plan was to continue working out while I was down having fun drinking Commanches and surfing my brains out. It turns out that the last two options were a little more attractive than the first. There were no four mile workouts or two hour distance paddles going on down south, especially when I had a Pacifico Ballena in my hand most of the time (which makes holding a paddle almost impossible, almost).
Anyway, I'm racing in a little more than a week for better, or for worse. The Hanohano-Huki's 15th running- see you there:
|The deed is done, the check in the mail... all that's left now is to show up and blow up, dog. Or blow chunks, or something like that.|