perhaps I talk too much

So, I have been having some major trouble trying to come up with something to blog about. I actually wrote an entire post and then deleted it because I thought it was dumb.

I think I just like to hear myself talk.

I talk.. a LOT. Like, 3x as much as a normal person.

This is ridiculous. I want to post because I like to write things, but I have absolutely nothing to talk about because I have like 2.5 hours of training on tap for this week.

My life is so uninteresting right now!

I did learn how to change the cassette on my rear wheel on Saturday. If you knew how terrible I am with any kind of tools you would understand how much of an accomplishment this is! I just need to go to the bike shop to buy the 2 tools that I need, and while I'm there have them put a new tube in my rear Zipp yet again!

In order to get my cassette-changing tutorial I had to carry my wheel like a mile down Park Ave. (during Park Ave Fest. of course) to Andy's (my ex-bf) new apartment. Actually my visit was threefold. I haven't seen Andy in months and in that time he moved and got a kitten. Mostly I just wanted to see the kitten.

I was so upset when I broke up with Andy back in Feb. and when you're going through something like that, it's hard to see that just giving yourself time will heal everything. I pretty much had to take a giant time-out from talking to or seeing him (I tried staying friends with him for a while after we broke up - BIG MISTAKE) but it totally worked and now I can't even remember why I was upset that we broke up. I have no ill feelings towards him at all but I also don't have that urge to hang out with him anymore. It's a great place for me to be!

I'm not really on board with the whole "friends with the ex" situation. I'm sure it's possible for some people, but I don't think I am that type of person. I certainly don't hate any of my exes, but when things don't work out with someone, I no longer see them the same way.

So anyways, I learned how to change a cassette. I played with a kitten who had a bunch of extra toes (and who clawed me a lot). I walked back home carrying my wheel and people stared at me like I had 3 heads. I tried, with no success, to find a place in my apartment to hang Lindsay's painting (it's really big!).


And here is something random because I'm bored.

My friend Will told me a funny story yesterday about his experience in Ironman UK. Apparently he put McDonald's hamburgers in both his bike and run special needs bags. McDonald's hamburgers that were from THE DAY BEFORE! And then they sat outside all day. And he freaking ate them during the race!

I guess whatever works for ya!

(I would be shitting for a week straight if I did that!)