F*cking ribs

I’ve own ribs so tender you could smoke them, serve them for dinner and be the worlds best chef. They are so sore still, unbelievable. After 30 minutes on the trainer yesterday, I was ready to cry uncle. I might have cried, but then the pain reliever kicked in. Hopefully this isn’t the start of…

Smash and Crash

Since it’s the week between Christmas and New Year’s I typically do a mini training camp. You know, run way more then a normal week, rack up a bunch of miles cycling and get back into the pool. Things were going so well. The first few days ran just over 30 miles in four days.…