So sometimes as a pro runner it's hard to find the balance of training and recovery. Yesterday, I chose recovery. After hibernation and eggs, running was not even an option as dictated by my legs and post-comotose non-alcoholic hangover. 

So the alternative was to cross-train. 
I got in touch with my inner triathlete and swam for AT LEAST 20 seconds in freezing water. I'm hard core, what can I say. The intensity of fighting the currents for all of 5 seconds before giving up, and retreating to an inner tube was only a warm up for the real cross-training. The biking portion of my triathlete training that I don't train for. 

I carbo-loaded at a local brewery, and got dressed in workout clothes. 
In this instance they were very similar to Blossom from the Powerpuff Girls which is 100% what I was going for. It consisted of a very short red dress, workout tights, a giant red bow that was actually a man's tie, and a stapled construction paper belt. The belt, in fact, did not actually make it to the bike ride because Erica tried to cheat by stapling it so that absolutely no air could pass through my lungs. I was, however, incredibly proud of myself when I MacGyver-ed it back together with chewing gum. Unsuccessful in the long run, but at the time all those carbs really made me think I was a genius. 

The gun went off but instead of a gun this time it was Stevie Wonder's "Superstitious". I pedaled away with all my coworkers who at this point consisted of Papa Smurf, the Red Power Ranger, Tigger, and, of course, Bubbles and Buttercup (Kat and Erica). 
This bike ride was quite different from any other ride I've ever been on as I was trying to dance to disco music while peddaling a one speed (so hipster, I know) over flat ground with my carbo fuel in hand at all times. We rode for at least 45 minutes and covered maaaybe half a mile. 

Upon arriving at the finish line there were loads of other bikers, a live band, and a new friend name Claude (shout out to Claude -uhh it could have maybe been Leroy). Because I was jazzed about my riding, I challenged some other bikers and Erica to another race. Becuase I am so skilled and was all loaded on my "carbs", I didn't even need a bike. Because Erica is equally as competitive and was equally as "carb" fueled, she too hopped on her IMAGINARY bike for the race. 
Turned out not to be a competition of fitness but a competition of who could withstand the embarassment of riding a janky fake bike in front of hundreds of people. Erica won, I got a flat tire. Not my fault. There's video evidence which we'll post later today.

This all took place at a weekly event here called Denver Cruisers Ride. Every Wednesday, there's a new costume theme -our's was 'Saturday Mornings'- and different starting points throughout the city. I pretty much think it sells itself, but check out the site anyway. http://www.denvercruisers.com