DOMS and DOGS

I just got back from a two day stint in Pentiction with Lawrence and Gen where we rode the IMC course almost two more times before the taper starts. And I am so ready for the taper too! 

Anyway on Saturday we rode the full course right after we arrived, starting at around 12:30 PM. Initially I had also planned a 45 min brick run but bailed on that due to some minor hamstring issue that was acting up.

On Sunday the plan was to swim for 30 min in the morning and both Gen and Lawrence did just that while I rested some more :-)

Then we rode the course again. Or rather I rode the majority of the course, cutting out the bit from Barcelo Road to Becks Road and the "Out" from the Out-and-Back. Essentially turning from Highway 3 onto Barcelo Road and riding the Back to the turn off by The Bear. This made it about 160 instead of the 180 km.

Below are some of the riding stats. And it was hot both days. Very hot! Great training and riding in prep for the IMC in 3 weeks.

Where was I? Oh yea... DOMS and DOGS.

Clearly after a weekend like that I am suffering a bit from Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness (DOMS)

And in addition to that I am also suffering from DOGS: Delayed Onset Grumpiness Syndrome...

I just went to buy stuff for dinner at the local IGA. I decided to make Brown Rice Pasta with Pancetta, Peppers, and Spinach sauteed in Garlic Olive Oil.

So I need some Pancetta and should have been forewarned that I am in for a treat when the guy in front of me asked for some nicer Prosciutto than the dried out piece in the show case and the 15-year-old behind the counter offered him some of the Prosciutto Salami... "No thanks" the wise man said and it was my turn. "I'll have about 120 gram of the Pancetta please; thank you." The piece they had in the show case was still wrapped in plastic. The kid grabbed some shit-arse salami next to the Pancetta and I corrected him before he could cut something I (or anyone else in the their right mind) could possibly want.


Off he goes "cutting" my order of Pancetta. Or so I thought. When I looked again and saw what he was putting on the scale I nearly lost it. I looked like he tore it off with an old cheese grater and to make things worse he piled it on squishing it as he goes. That was it... I told him to stop but despite being completely at loss for words I layed into him. Not sure exactly what I stammered together in my shock and frustration. In the end I think I said something about having the courtesy and decency to treat the food like food and not like some dog-food. He asked me if it was the presentation I objected to. WTF??? No! I asked him what his thoughts were on how I would possibly cook with that. He shrugged and tried to pull a slice up that was just a shred. Case in point, thanks!

He went back at it and actually managed to cut decent slices that were also not too thick. Why not do the right thing in the first place?

Infuriating! Not so much the kid's behavior - although that too - but much more the store management who clearly doesn't care enough about their product, customers, or employees to give them at least a minimum of training and then holds them to a certain standard.

Anyway. DOGS. Dinner Time.

Peace! One Love!