Mr. Thick Thighs

There was of course NO riding today, and there will most likely be none for the next month or two, Just trainer time. But for what it's worth, and what it was, it WAS hard. Some warm up, some cool down, and one big ass 40 minute mo-fo of an an interval just below, in, and/or above threshold. I found myself cursing like a Turrets syndromed kook. during the last 5 minutes or so. (Caution on that YouTube vid if you're at work, or sensitive like). Other than mag work all day, THAT hour on the trainer was the extent of my "cycling" today.

On to a more important subject: My thighs.

All my boxer shorts are shot. Paper thin and nasty. They are the the male equivalent of "period panties." Anyway, the time had come for new ones. I found a deal on some at Target so I picked a couple packs up. Well once you have good ones the old nasty ones just will NOT do, I gotz to represent!... So I went to buy more. Frig, they were out of my size in the brand I dig (no idea what brand that is right now, but it's surely some pseudo cool sounding, but actually lame brand for sure), so I picked up another brand. "How different could they be?" I asked myself. Different enough. Damn!

Seems that Fruit Of The Loom designs gutchies for men with normal waists, but freaking skinny ass thighs. If I move even an inch, the f*ckers creep my my quad sand put a strangle hold on my thighs. Who the f*ck are these guys with 34" waists and asses, but skinny ass chicken legs?? Who has a waist that big and quads that small?? Granted as a cyclist my quads are tad bigger than Joe Six Pack (or Joey Canuck for all you people north of the border.), but they are not like freaking Marty Nothstein's! So now what the hell am I going to do with 4 pairs of unusable nugget covers?? I guess I could use them as bike rags, but not sure I want to show up at a race with a bunch of freaking undies in my pit.

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This evening I had an inner debate (Yes, I'm a chronic innerdebator) on whether to have Cheezy-Dijon Chicken Broccoli, Whole Wheat Pasta Bake, ORRRRRR, skip the added calories from the chicken and make up for it with a couple Hop Devils to attempt to kill the pain that IS more snow falling? Chicken-shmicken, I'm up to my balls snow, the Hop Devils won! I am so done with the cold and snow- if you sat a kilo of coke, a bottle of Jack, and sheet of blotter acid in front of me I would do it in a heart beat if it meant forgetting the f*cking snow and cold. I'm kidding of course... a few beers will have to do... for now... but anymore snow.... ;)

Later.