
You see, we played a gig in Boulder last night that got me to bed around 2:30... and to sleep a little after 3:00. I just didn't relish the idea of doing a race on 2 hours of sleep. That seemed like punishment, not fun. So I called my triathlon friend Eliza and bailed on her at 5:30, after 15 minutes of guilt-ridden consternation. She said, "Yeh, I wasn't going to say anything when you told me about your gig..."
So I went back to bed.
Then I woke up around 10AM, drank a pot of coffee, and turned on some music. By 11AM I was feeling roughly human enough to go do my own one-man race... I've decided to name it THE SLEEPY HEAD DUATHLON -- a 3.6 mile run + 20 mile bike + 3.6 mile run.
It was really hot.
No. I mean REALLY hot. I found out, after I'd finished, that it was 97 degrees during my second run. No wonder I was literally fantasizing about cold glasses of water! About 1/2 mile from the finish, I found an errant sprinkler that was gently spraying water in the middle of yard. I jumped on it like a homeless man jumps on a pork chop... like a convict jumps on a conjugal visit... like a... you get the point. Never has hose water tasted so damn good.
Anyway, I missed the Cabbage Head Duathlon, but founded the Sleepy Head Duathlon. That's the news. Let me know if you'd like to do it some time. I'll show you the course.
1 comment:
I'm glad you slept in instead of attempting the first Duathalon. And the fact that you tried to make it up? Good for you!
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