Coconuts and Numbnuts

Coconuts -

Curvy Butt and the VV put me on to coconut water for a remedy for cramping. I've always suffered from cramping, but managed to keep it under something resembling control by a conscious effort at drinking regularly. I also take calcium/magnesium supplements twice daily, which I've found has taken the edge off. But still, I get cramps from time to time.

So this weekend I'll be carrying a bottle of it with me to sip on throughout the race. Maybe it'll work, maybe it won't. Might get a placebo affect. Whatever. If it gets me across the line faster and in first place, I won't be disappointed. Anything less than first and I'm quiting biking and will make it my life long mission to rid the world of coconuts.

That being said, coconut water has a lot going on for it. It is biologically pure, full of natural sugars, salts, and vitamins which help ward off fatigue. And check this out . . .

"It's a natural isotonic beverage, with the same level of electrolytic balance as we have in our blood. It's the fluid of life, so to speak." In fact, during the Pacific War of 1941-45, both sides in the conflict regularly used coconut water - siphoned directly from the nut - to give emergency plasma transfusions to wounded soldiers.

Freak'in crazy. So, if I crash mid-race or get ambushed by the enemy (you know who I'm talking about) and need a transfusion, I'm set.

Numbnuts -

My mother-inlaw (Jeannie Beanie) says, "We tease the ones we love." How true. I always tease my wife - sometimes too much. She knows I do it because it's my way of showing her how much I care.

If that expression is true, then I guess the Dark Lord himself is ass over kettle for me. He's got smack and trash talk going on here and here.

At first I thought he was suffering from low self-esteem. We all know people who deep down feel insecure about themselves babble on and on and on. Make enough noise, point fingers at others . . . . anything to take the spot light off yourself.

I don't think that's the case with Peter. Like I said above, I think he's in love with me. Perhaps he fjears me a little bit. Maybe he's worried about me spanking him this weekend. But deep down, I think it's just love.

I hope that he'd just make up his mind, asks me to the prom before someone else does and gives me a pretty pink corsage to ride.

Words. They need to be backed up by some substance. For his sake, I do hope Peter beats me this weekend at the Marathon Challenge Race #2 and I think he's got a good shot. He's invested a lot of time, energy, sleepless nights, time in the mirror trying to style his hair (or what's left of it) like mine and so on preparing for it and smack talking me. If he fails to beat me . . . . well, it won't be pretty.

Peter - "I can't seem to find my vagina."

Good luck &
no pressure.