Amazing

I can complete a half ironman and drive home 3 hours and go out to dinner after but one scary early morning phone call followed by 45 minute of minor chaos leaves me wiped out for the rest of the day.

Don't ever get old kids. Ever.

Answer Me This ...

The most recent edition of Triathlete Magazine (or whatever the free one that comes with your USAT membership is called) has an article about GI distress.  One of the suggestions is that you know where public restrooms are on your run and if you're running on trails (which presumably have no public restrooms) you bring an emergency kit of zip lock baggie, toilet paper and ... lighter.

So ... tp, got it.  Baggie, sure why not.  But what exactly are you supposed to do with the lighter?  I assume (no ass pun intended) that you're not burning the tp because that's got to be what the baggie is for, right?  So that means you're either lighting a fire to poop by, or sending up smoke signals or burning your poop.  None of which seem obvious enough to warrant no explanation? 

In other news, I'm two race reports behind.  I'll get them done before the next race.  After the last race I was on cloud 9 for awhile but seem to have since succumbed to the post race blues because now I just want to strangle everyone.  Everyone.