Painville
While other Log Posse members went about their usual Sunday morning routines (Earl Grey and toast with caviar in bed, followed by a sauna and attention from their personal masseuses, then manicures, pedicures, and gentle exfoliation, concluding with a Sunday morning stroll in the plaza), Tulip and Monkeywench arose at the brutally early hour of 9:30 to pursue a different kind of life: that of the long-distance endurance racer. Well, perhaps that’s stretching it a bit; but in any case, Tulip and MW headed over to Rosaryville to try and rack up some miles.
I won’t bother to transcribe every moment of the ride, but I will give you summary of the thoughts going through MW’s head:
Lap 1: I feel great! I rule! We’re going to ride 80 million laps!
Lap 2: Mmmm. I want pancakes. And I’m tired. But mostly I want pancakes. Aaaaaa, tired!
Lap 3: I’m going to DIE. Owwwwww. Death is imminent. I hurt. And I smell bad. oww, death smells!
Well, I didn’t die, but suffice it to say that after a mere 30 miles, I can’t walk up stairs now without screaming so loudly that our neighbors have already called the police 5 times.
The SM100 is going to be FUN, y’all!
