Epic races and holey underwear

All of my underwear has holes in it. It’s because my mom used to buy me new underpants every Christmas, and she passed away in 2006. I just haven’t got the hang of buying it for myself yet.

I guess I am harboring the latent hope that someone else will pick up the underwear-buying slack as I go about the other facets of my life, but the outlook isn’t good on that front. In terms of good news, I did find a brand of Hanes that are comfortable on my unmentionables.

I got them from Amazon and they were shipped here, thus perpetuating the illusion that other people actually handled the business.

I’m glad I’ve signed up for these epic races this year just because I want to be able to say I did them, but I’m not sure I’m going to keep doing them in the future. I think I’d rather be doing local series races so I could race more and enjoy it more.

My half Ironman is one month away. I think I’m pretty much ready.

I’m watching a show on Hulu about the origins of life and getting into bed. Sleep is going to be really, really nice.

I’m going to run 13 or so tomorrow I think. Hopefully my hamstrings will play nice or else my race next month is going to suck a lot.