Limits

I borrowed this from another blogger, but it's such a great picture I couldn't resist. It also sums up my feelings of late.

I did not feel like I'd been destroyed by my 150 mile ride--at least that's what I thought. I ran a couple of snappy workouts this week, but I felt sleepy all the time. Now, even after a nice casual ride with MisheleK, a quadruple-iron training partner, I ache walking down stairs. Time to taper?? Um, yeah.

It would seem we all have our limits.

Another type of limit was reached on Friday night. I arrived home after a decent swim to find both women in the dog pound upstairs watching a movie.

Actually watching a miniseries--the BBC version of Pride and Prejudice.

Now, I may wear a bow tie to work, and I may shave places that most men don't, but darn it, I'm a man, and I have limits. To quote that great philosopher, Popeye, "that's alls I can stands, and I can't stands no more."

Rather than risk atrophy to my "package" or having it confiscated altogether, I elected to leave them to their chick flick. I did what any self-respecting man's man would do.

I went to sleep by nine.