Here is an example:
Me on the bike: Ughhhhhhh, I hate this. My butt hurts. I can't breathe!!!
Stephanie on the bike pedaling with no hands: But your gluts are going to look great! Yeah!
Here is another:
Me running: Ughhhh, my knee! My back!
Stephanie running: Look! Cows! Moo! Have some Jelly Belly sports beans!
Oh, to bottle that energy.
We biked around fifteen miles and followed it with a two mile run. I wish I could explain the horrible feeling of trying to run after biking. It was really awful. I haven't had a problem doing it inside. I don't know what the difference was between outside and inside except for incline. I couldn't stop laughing to myself because I felt like Johnny Depp as Hunter S. Thompson in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas when he goes to the casino and huffs ether:
I was not on ether, yet I felt much like Mr. Thompson and Gonzo around 1:00 in this video. There was something wrong with my legs! Everything was in slow motion! It sucked! Now that I know how it feels, I will know what to expect next time.
Also, I had the slightly wrong but oh so right lyrics of Juvenile's Slow Motion going through my head, causing me further laughs:
He's talking about sex, but it's okay because the song is so repetitive that you can make it about running if you want.
Sometimes a girl hits bumps on the Road to Badassness. When that happens, she reassures herself that she is very capable, compares her life to an effed up movie, and soldiers on.