No Pain, No Gain

4th place. so close, yet so far from that podium. i think i'm the king of 2nd places, or other "just 1 off" placings. i was in the money though, so that was nice. covered my entry fee, plus my little lady's no.1 w/fries, and a diet coke. I'm just that kinda guy...

i however, could not eat my burger or fries. 30 mins after the race, the real pain started. felt like i did that one night at 1:30 am at taco cabana about 10 years ago. I wasn't too happy with TC's style, so i decided to decorate the inside of one of their bathroom stalls.

damn endurolytes are a double-edged sword. i prolly took too many, none more than usual 2 hour race efforts, but it wasn't 100 degrees this time, like those other times. something about electrolyte balancing acts, of the high-wire type. too few and it's leg-cramp-finger-cramp-city, too many and it's sphincter-cramp-stomach-cramp-bathroom-stall-interior-decorating-time.

oh well, that no. 1 and 2 (mustard AND mayo, cuz i roll that way) finally grudgingly shook hands with my stomach right around sun-down. just as the headache-inducing hunger was taking over. it's not cool going with muesli, race gel, and e-load as your only nutrition on a 4500+ calorie day.