I woke up this morning, made some coffee, ate a Clif Bar and some egg whites, and then got on my trainer for my ride/run brick.
Six hours later, I was finished working out.
I am going to make some tea and take a nap now.
Perhaps I will update you later on last night's bachelorette party for my brother' s fiance, but be warned - all the incriminating behaviors were put on display Friday night (I believe one fine young lady even blacked out and peed on the coffee table, and no, her name was not Megan) so my stories might be fairly tame (read: boring, because I am a 31 year old women in an 80 year old bedtime body).
****UPDATE***** It's just after 930 pm. I have barely moved from my bed, barely peed (despite my 10 cups of tea and three bottles of water), took a 30 minute nap, and tried to shove a piece of salmon down my throat, to little avail. My body temp won't regulate and my muscles in my neck and back are tight as all get out.
It's funny because I was on the treadmill for the run portion of the brick (it never got out of the single digits today so everything was done inside) and I was so proud at myself for how good I felt. But now I feel kinda wrecked. I admit it. Kinda wrecked.