after spending 7 plus hours confined to a delta airlines economy class seat, a jet lag haze eclipsed the reality of how this would impact the integrity of my hip flexors for the (locally) ubiquitous 50 mile 'lobster ride and roll' a day later. scenic views, a caloric deficit, and white bread stuffed with sweet crustacean claws were my sparkly, shiny object.
a zen like state was finally achieved when peanut m&ms provided a blissful trance from the fugue that had settled in by mile 25.
i can obviously blame transatlantic travel for a less than stellar performance at the 'lobster'. and ever the planner, my crappy effort during the 'dempsey bike challenge' at the beginning of october will be attributed to an intensive marathon training schedule leading up to it. this will also go towards explaining an equally geriatric endeavour at the marine corps marathon (at the end of october), because i knackered out my legs on the very hill bike course 3 weeks prior.
'making excuses intervals' is the only area of cross training where i am currently exceeding expectations.