UltraBeast Eve Eve Non-Sequiturs
As I sit in an Epsom salt bath, the random musings of a brain on overdrive:
Grape Pedialyte is the bomb. Ironic that this is my first "real" Spartan Race. (Death Race not included) Most people work up from a Sprint, I work down from the Death Race. shorts, capris, or full length tights? Injinjis or smart wool? Sesame Street band-aids make me so happy. I should have taken tapering more seriously. Tapering blows. I'm probably missing a great WOD tomorrow. Why is my flight to Manchester so ungodly full tomorrow? Is all of Chicago going to the Beast? How many times will I fall down the mountain? Will Killington actually have any open restaurants by the time I finish? Ford Focus or Chevy Impala tomorrow? I should have done the Team Death Race. It'll be really weird to be in the Pittsfield area for something other than the Death Race. I want beer. No, vodka. My shower caddy is about to fall on me. Do I have enough Gold Bond? How do Epsom salt work, if they even do? This bath is making me hot. I overpack like whoa Where do you buy booze in New Hampshire? Can you buy it in grocery stores? I should have tested my Camelbak before this. Whoops. Where is my axe? I'm back on the Sharkie wagon. Mmm Sharkies. Large quantities of overhead squats yesterday were not a smart idea. Burpees suck Are these phantom pains, or is my right calf really not doing well? must. pack. Benadryl. Living in Chicago has trained me perfectly for 20,000+ ft of elevation change. (love you step mill?) No kayaks, please. If anyone is still reading this, I'm severely judging you. Candy corn-check. Milk Duds-check. It's like a family reunion, bitches!!
See all you crazies tomorrow night.