Bar fights!

Whew. What a weekend. Between the stripper and the triathlon and the driving 350 miles, I feel like I've been in a bar fight. Ok, I don't know what it feels like to be in a bar fight, but I bet you feel like you want to sleep for about 15 hours. No such luck, though! I lobbied my gym to start morning classes and, largely at my insistence, they started a 6am spin class. So I'm sort of obligated to go. I'll have to blog more about the assorted hijinks of the weekend when I'm able to type without resting my head on the keyboard. I hope that will be tomorrow.