There's a distinct possibility that I could be the heaviest triathlete in Georgia Games history. You'll know who we Clydesdales are because when the awards ceremony is delayed, we'll be the ones huffing and puffing our way to the finish line. The event starts at 8 a.m., and I'm hearing word of an office pool as to whether I'll finish by nightfall. Or in 24 hours. A limit on the number of Snickers bars during the day.
All salad dressings are now fat-free.
I also have been burning up my membership to Health Central these past few days. On the treadmill. On the stationary bike. A couple of leg lifts here, a couple of bench presses there. But this exercise cramming is kind of like brushing your teeth eight times the day before you go visit the dentist.