The transition from my early 20s to late 20s turned St. Patrick's Day from this:
I was supposed to go out for another wild St. Patrick's Day like the good old days, but after getting back from the race at close to 6pm, it didn't happen. Eric could barely move, I wasn't feeling great, and we were both totally over being in huge crowds.
However, I'm never too tired or ill to meet my BFFs for some frozen yogurt.
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Not spending Sunday hungover was especially beneficial for my Half Ironman training. Lily and I did our longest ever bike ride, 36.5 miles. The weather was gorgeous and my legs felt fantastic, but for the last ten miles my neck, shoulders, and back were killing me. I think I need to work on shifting my posture more. Or bring advil.
Goal this week: Don't suck at life. In terms of waking up to work out. So far, I'm one for one with a one hour swim this morning. Tomorrow I have an evening bike ride planned so I'm really already 2 for 2.
Happy Hunger Games week! 3 days until my life is complete.