Super Bowl, Super Atheletes, Super Crazy

I went to the gym today and decided I should do a little cross training -- do a quick run and then bike for a while to (hopefully) better prepare myself for my spinning class on Tuesday.

My run was going pretty well, so I decided to go a bit further than I had originally planned. I walked off the treadmill after logging 2.5 miles, and headed up to the stationary bikes. And let me tell you -- it was rough getting on a bike after running.

I was pretty much instantly tired, and I couldn't help but think about all the athletes around the world that do Ironman triathlons. I can't imagine the amount of dedication, training, and commitment it must take to reach such an amazing endurance level. Or they're just simply crazy.

Speaking of triathletes, and in case you don't look at any of my linked blogs, I wanted to make sure you at least read this entry from my brother's good friend Joost. I can't even imagine.

Oh yeah, and congrats to the Colts. Although I was rooting for the Bears, I think the Colts definitely deserved the win.

I'm a Wuss

I went to my gym's spinning class tonight (read: riding a stationary bike while an instructor tells you to speed up, stand up, sit down, visualize hills, wind, etc.). There was a woman in there who was 31 weeks pregnant, and she was rockin' it. Talk about making me feel like a slacker.

I like orange, but not that much

I went to the gym tonight, and I saw a guy next to me that was fake-baked to the maximum. But not only was he fake-baked, he was orange.

To top it off, he was wearing a very bold orange shirt. So it got me thinking how orange his skin really was. You know how a color will look much paler when placed next to its bolder counterpart? And he was still orange. Carrot orange.