These are my wordpress stats today. It’s official. I have international flair.
Pretty sure somebody in Turkey is disappointed they stumbled upon my blog. I don’t speak Turkenese.
My legs are STILL sore from the triathlon. Granted, it’s only been two days since I did more exercise than I’ve maybe ever done in a two hour window.
I took today off from everything.
I didn’t workout. I didn’t play the trumpet. I didn’t juggle. I didn’t do anything productive at all. I didn’t gorge on food or anything crazy, but I just didn’t do anything to move me any closer to any goal. Today was a rest day. A much needed rest day.
I don’t feel bad about it whatsoever. I don’t remember the last time I wasn’t plotting or planning or thinking about what I have to do next. It was a nice little mental and physical vacation.
I really hope my legs feel up to playing basketball tomorrow night. Even if they don’t, I’ll do it anyway. They’ve had enough time to recover.
UPDATE: I forgot to mention that Ryan’s little girl called me “Grandma” when I dropped something off at his house. It must be due to me looking frail when I walk due to my legs. Stupid legs.
I’m going to sleep now. I’ll write a better post tomorrow, probably. No promises.
Here’s the funniest racist joke I saw online today: