Restraint-Wind-Fish!

I thought that I exhibited exemplary restraint when I passed by the Giant Reces Pieces Peanut Butter Egg in the checkout lane. Although the second one, a few feet down had me pause for though. Two Reces Pieces PB Eggs in such a short space...and I'm not even looking for them...Is this a sign from some Two-Floppy-Eared Higher Power showing me that I should toss one OR BOTH into my cart?

And then I kept going. There is, after all, too much of a good thing. I simply love PB eggs too much to eat many more. In the past when I've really liked some particular food item - I've never actually stopped myself from enjoying it. Try eating two trays of Ferrero Rochers in one sitting. I guarantee that you'll never eat another rocher again. Trust me.

Thankfully, the PB eggs will not meet the same fate as the Rochers. That I guarantee. Next year, though, all bets are off.

In other news, I'm back on the bike. Not the TT bike, just the converted-cervelo-into-a-road bike. Today's ride was meant to be an easy one, and I figured the lack of aero bar end-shifters would keep me from gunning it up the hills or chasing down riders on Pacific Coast Highway. Yeah (small laugh) right.

The wind, hills, headwind, cross-wind, more hills, (and did I mention wind?) kept me from going "fast". My ride turned more into a "cruse": enjoying Elfin Forest, pedaling DOWN Canyon Del Dios (ahem - MORE headwind), sightseeing through Rancho Santa Fe, smelling the Dill and other herbs at random moments, and finally receiving a well-deserved tailwind on my foray back into Carlsbad. If 25 mph could feel so easy ALL the time. I may not have even been pedaling (much) -

Trust me when I say I was a happy camper with the wind on my back.

Honestly? I'm giving myself until Thursday afternoon for the Ironman training to really start hurting. So far, I'm doing okay (knock on wood and famous last words, right?). A little sore from lunges yesterday... But as the work builds, I know the fatigue will really set in. By next week, any semblance of "normal", "springy", or "fresh" legs/body/fill-in-your-body-part-of-choice will be long gone.

The good news in our house, though, is the start of Season 5 of Discovery Channel's "Deadliest Catch". The small things in life, eh? Nathaniel's love for the show got me interested; and last year during my recovery, I spent many hours in bed watching reruns and previous seasons.

I (read: he) enjoyed the show so much that Northwestern coffee mugs arrived on our doorstep one day... He loved them so much that he refused to take one to work, claiming it would be gone before the day's end. And while I don't agree with the logo "I'd rather be crab fishing" - the mugs feel great to drink coffee out of. Even if I do color mine with a skirt (read: coffee creamer).

And with that, I'm done. Off to eat dinner and enjoy a show about crab fishing. And while it seems wrong to eat Turkey Loaf while watching incredibly hearty souls fish for crab, well, that's what's on the menu. And maybe, just maybe, a PB egg.

You never know.