The revenge
Stupid me. Oh, stupid me. I thought I was free and clear but Montezuma is smiling from wherever he is these days at me, the dumb-ass traveler. The Mexico vaca was fantastic, but tiny little secret agents embedded themselves in my intestines for the trip across the border and have initiated their assault this AM.
Geyser. That's all I can say. The wife and I woke up with rumbling intestines and a low grade fever this AM. After getting the kids settled with some b-fast and got our coffee brewing, we both at precisely the same moment tore after the bathroom in an Olympic level sprint. Hilarious. My wife won. I needed to keep it together for the trip back up stairs to another bathroom to ensure I didn't have another episode.
I think I'll have to take a day off the bike. I value my chamois too much for them to take this kind of abuse.
Friday, March 14, 2008 at 7:45AM
Reader Comments (1)
So, between the MX. bug and "the episode," you're faring better than me, pal. I've discovered, the hard way, that 10-15 minutes into a run - there better be a bathroom or I'm going to make one. Many times, I've come home with a partial t-shirt. Once I went in a parking lot 75 feet from a crapper! I'd simply lost the power to hold. I know - it's serial, man. It's all about "the countdown." Once you start it, you'd better damn near be there.
I've posted on beer before. Here's another - Unibroue - La fin du Monde. Git some.
Dan