Goldfish

After all the pain I felt in Amsterdam, someone accused me of being a “goldfish” when I jumped right back on the treadmill. I guess there was some truth to that accusation.

Biking through -23 degrees to USM only a few days after #breaking4 in Marrakech, I am beginning to seriously question my sanity. And, despite my promise that this would be the last marathon for a long time, I have to admit that I have already been searching for new races in the breaks between my lectures...