I know you are all curious as to what the inside of my dishwasher looks like. Lord knows I lie awake a night thinking about how you stack your plates and organize the cups inside yours. I know what a big deal this is. Trust me. But to ease your worries, I have included a picture of the inside of our dishwasher from last night. Only at a triathletes house would you see something like this:
The problem is only exaggerated by the fact that there are two of us - but seriously. We used 11 water bottles, 9 Fuel Belt bottles...and only 3 plates?
This weekend was great. Friday night we stayed home, watched Forgetting Sarah Marshall (which was soooo not funny the first time I watched it, but HILARIOUS the second time), drank too much wine and stayed up way too late.
We met ATP for a 12 miler in the morning where I had one of the best runs of my life! I try to keep my long run heart rate in the 160's...normally, this translates to a 10:30-11min mile. It's a long run so it's meant to be easy and about a minute to a minute and a half slower than your race pace. Well, on this wonderful occasion, a 165 HR translated to a 9:40 mile. What?? I thought that surely I wouldn't be able to sustain that pace for the whole run, but my heart rate stayed steady and my legs felt great. It was amazing!! Then I remembered that I was supposed to do a 100 mile bike ride the next day and I really needed to take it easy on the run. Ooops. Whatever. I was a speed demon!!
Tiffany and Brock were in town for Whitney's wedding, so the boys played golf while Tiffany and I ate a delicious crepe breakfast and then played with the puppies at the dog show. My happy place. Tommy and I made sushi for dinner, drank a little too much wine (it's a theme) and went to bed early.
Sunday we met Francis, Adam and Laura in BFE for the the Katy Flatlands Century Ride...my first century ride ever. After a few flats, lost chains and lost people, the 5 of us finished our first 100 milers with an average pace of about 18.7mph. Not bad!! All in all, it went really well. I had some dark moments between miles 50 and 65ish, but it was mostly mental. We went out for a painful 2 mile run and then relaxed with some spaghetti. We took an ice-y bath...just FYI, 3 bags of ice for a whirlpool tub is not enough.
We came home, cleaned the house on our adrenaline rush, ordered a giant delicious Candelari's pizza and relaxed while watching Die Hard (when I picked it, I thought it was Lethal Weapon...I was going for a comedy...ooops).
It was a wonderful weekend. It's a sad sad Monday round these parts.