Mmmmm . . . . bacon. Food of the Gods. When I heard last week that Giles was backing out of the Mt St. Marie training weekend I went through a range of emotions: shock, disbelief, sadness, anger . . . then relief. Cause that meant more juicy, smoky bacon for the rest of us. Whoot! If I could eat it everyday (without all the negative repercussions that go along with eating it) I would!
Perfect recovery food. I may start packing these for rides - wrap 'em up in tinfoil and pull one out when I'm getting a hankering for a double bacon cheese burger - perfect nutrition at the top of a hard climb - nice and light. I weighed myself this morning . . . expecting to be lighter for the hard efforts I put in on the weekend. I went through the same range of emotions I had felt last week: shock, disbelief, sadness, anger . . . .the original big ring got a little bigger this past weekend. I'm sure it's in muscle mass in my legs, cause burgers make your muscles grow - at least that's what I am telling myself.
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Now, don't you wish that I was there? You wouldn't have gained any weight 'cause I would have eaten more than my share!
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