WHAT THE HECK'S A PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE DOING ON MY RIDE?!
THE HEAT AND TERRAIN HAD DESTROYED ME. I was donezo. At one point, I looked at my Wahoo and saw: 94, 155 and 235...
... surely one of those numbers had to be the heat.
I was losing it.
When we stopped to refuel, I mistakenly thought a coconut popsicle, Mexican Coke, and a bag of Hawaiian BBQ chips would do me.
What an idiot.
Yeah, it was a lot of sugar and touch of caffeine...
... I needed much more.
Much.More.
Did I do anything about it?
I mean I had about 600 calories in my jersey pocket, the heat and exhaustion...
... ruined my decision making.
Staggering and bonked,
I grabbed a HagenDaaz bar,
and another ice-cold Mexican Coke, once home.
Barely enough fuel to take a shower,
and head for In-N-Out.
Here's where things got weird.
I walk in and instantly recognize the guy ordering in front of me...
- handsome
- centi-millionaire
- glad handing politician
... he gets his receipt and sits down to wait like the rest of us.
Not some lame, staged raising a beer with the blue collars...
... just a dude, ordering and patiently enjoying the scene.
All I could ask myself was...
... what would the last 8 years have been like if he'd been elected President?
Things would be different for sure.
Better, worse, who knows?
It was just a thought experiment.
Which got me thinking...
...what if I'd purchased a ton of freakin' ice at the store and shoved it into a ladies' pantyhose and then inside my sweat-soaked jersey?
Better, worse, would my thinking have been clear enough to eat?
Recognize this guy? (yes, I snuck this pic)
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162.7
7 hrs
No Strength Work
10 minutes recovery
20 minutes reading + Journaling
