AH yes! This is what happens when you gather three triathletes, an exotic beauty (Darryl's wife), and a super chef (who got into the Sangria) around a dinner table. HAHAHAHA!!
What can I say about the 3 hour hilly ride? Awesome! Gorgeous! Sunny! (I had to put on sunblock!) Most importantly, not on the trainer! Wheeeee!
The first 45 minutes of a hilly ride always feel terrible to me. It's like the magic number of minutes until I am properly warmed up. I only noticed this phenomenon this year whilst training in Arizona.
We started the ride, or should I say the endless, wonderful hills, and I felt TERRIBLE. My legs felt fried, I was breathing hard, the usual. Sure enough, a little later on, I felt a subtle shift of perception while climbing up another hill. I still hurt, I was breathing even harder, but for some reason, it felt BETTER. I glanced down at my watch and it said: 45:32. Weird, eh?
Now for me, at the end of a really good ride, I start to moan and grunt a little. I shift around on my seat, and when I reach the top of a hill, I'll say, "Ohhhhhhhh." I also get pretty frisky when I get tired. I joke around with whoever is at hand, and laugh at my own jokes before they do. Hahahahahahahaha!! That said, I was teasing Darryl at the end of our ride. I'd read (on his blog) how he had been taking garlic pills to fend off a cold, so I said to him, "It's weird, I can really smell garlic..."
Hahahahahaha!! He gave me a quick look of alarm before I started laughing. hee-hee!!
Let's see...one other thing I can't seem to shake is the habit of saying hello to everybody. Every time I passed an oncoming rider, I would shout out a greeting. Sad to say, most cyclists looked at me like I was from another planet. Hahahahaha -- No matter, I yam what I yam!
As for Linda blowing the fur off my pooper...
Keith's wife, Linda, used a funky marinade for our BBQ chicken dinner. The label guarantees to "blow your fur off your pooper", so needless to say, that got all of us laughing pretty hard, pretty quick. In fact, Keith promised payment if I posted it as a title...LOL!!!!
However, I am liking the expression in and of itself -- I didn't need to be bribed. Just think of all the cool uses for that phrase...
1. After climbing a particularly grueling hill: "Man! That really blew the fur off my pooper!"
2. After blasting down at least 70km/hour while escaping a near miss with a gravel patch: "That blew the fur off my pooper!"