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Brick. Today was about not giving in.

The greek God of the North Wind, Boreas, who's name roughly translated means "devouring one" brought the cold and violent temper today. He was pissed. Along with him, his partners in crime (Rain, Snow and Hail) came out to play. It's supposed to be SPRING!

Cold, wet, and being pelted by small hail nuggets, at 12 miles in I reached back for a bottle of Infinit...Right-side, gone...left-side, gone too...both fell out??? WTF...2 bottles down, and I am without my elixir...not only is it my only source of fuel, its freakin' expensive, I have no cash...So in my head I start thinking at 15 miles I'll turn around, do 20 on the trainer and then run...15 miles passed. At 18, the same math...calculating every mile from there on out until my 25 mile turn-around. Ironman is about not giving in, even though you may really want to...

My feet hurt so bad, my hands were wet and frozen and I had either snot bubbles or 2 foot streamers flying for the better part of the ride. At 25 miles I looked down at my computer, 1 hour, 56 minutes...so the wheels in my head churned out...12.9 mph, thats like an 8 hour 40 minute plus Ironman bike...DREAD.

My 25 miles back took me 1 hour 15 minutes...20 mph flat, still miserable but better. I toyed with the idea of going to the gym to do my run, pretty seriously. But, that would be giving in and today....that wasn't in me. QUIT, not a chance.

The run was pretty much the same for the first half...snow, sleet, WIND...and then the sun...finally. And then it was over...

Time for a cat-nap and then the CDA gang monthly get-together - I sure did earn my carnitas and beer!

Today, the elements had their day...and I will have mine - BITCHES!