It's so damn hot...milk was a BAD choice!

This whole week has been like living on the face of the sun. Highs in the upper 90's and a humidity rate near 100% has made living (not to mention TRAINING), an absolute nightmare. This morning, we woke up at 6am and hit the track for some half-mile repeats. By 7am we were already breathless and sweating like human sprinklers. Hopefully hurricane Earl will bring some cooler temps our way.

After a morning of running errands, Smith and I went shopping for REAL clothes. Not bike parts, not tri shorts, not wetsuits or running shoes, just normal, everyday, non-athletic clothing. It was pretty exciting to see myself in something that reminded me that I am still a girl. Afterwards, I even got my haircut, too! The hairdresser was disappointed with how much chlorine was in my hair (sorry, that's not going to change anytime soon!).

The long walk to the T station was like running an entire marathon, and when I finally walked inside, I was greeted with the smell of sour milk that some homeless person had spilled all over himself and the inside of the station. All I could think of was Ron Burgundy in his darkest moments.

So, I finally made it home and will soon be hopping on the trainer for an hour or two to round out the day. I've got to work on my biking because I just learned that if I train hard, there is definitely a possibility of qualifying for Kona! More on this later...

Sorry that I am a terrible writer, but hopefully you will all continue to read our blog. I might even get better with practice.