I get by with a little help from my friends

Surely you know the next line....
 
I have a great grilled cheese story that might be appropriate here... But I'll refrain.
 
Supersized congrats to all the girls who killed it at ironman this weekend.  You are amazing! I'm so happy to call you friends and sometimes chase you around on the bike! (jmw you know the madira canyon ride and double stuff played a major role in your podium!)
 
Ever feel like time passes and you are just not even present and accounted for? That's Been me. Bueller...bueller....?
 
A week ago I took off for the gulf coast. Honestly I wasn't entirely sure the exact spot on the globe I was headed, but hell that's why we have smart phones, providing us an utter lack of responsibility. How nice would it be, if some one was acting like an ass, you could simply pull out the battery and hard boot them.....
 
I was meeting Liz and her sister for a weekend of fun in the sun, and maybe a little racing...
 

 
I will now summarize.
 
Rollin in the impala. Lost in the hood. Killer hotel view. Weird drunk man roaming halls. FOOTBALL! Up at the crack. Unknown fried pig parts on breakfast buffet. Trashy magazine choice, Kim or Jen? Day at pool. Who needs SPF? Race check in. Holy shit fast looking folks. Who was dumb enough to drag wetsuit RD asks? Me me. Dinner a la italia. Race day. Nerves. i refuse to wear paper bracet. drama. Oh it's wetsuit legal you say? Water temp dropped ten degrees you say? F you I say. Mines still packed.  gun bang. swim hard. get kicked. keep swimming. all alone. sharks? jellies? crap.  out and on the bike. lets roll. chant "i am neo. i am neo". it works. dismount of glory, crowd cheers. i'm running. i'm good. fourth. fun. booze cruise cleverly disguised as dolphin sighting. cheap wine and new friends. thanks hall sisters.
 
holla!
 
i pack up my bike and bid a fond farewell. most of you share this same heartfelt passion for your kids, i like my ride. shut up. im on the next flight.
 
destination baltimore. home of the black birds and sight of an epic sunday match up. i got hooked up with some ridiculous seats. i admit heckling joe for 4 quarters helped to ease the pain. well that and some cold beverages.
 

 
attention ESPN: my level of depression only deepens as you continue to play that game over and over and over and over again. the fact that you follow it with tom brady highlights only twists the knife. must you do that? must you?
 
in other news my bike is home.
 

 
admit it. you're a sucker for a happy ending.
 
also, i'm back at work. cotton farmers hold your applause.
 
my major accomplishment for the week turns out to be my ability to keep my self-topped fro-yo cup under $3. my companion was not so lucky. she claims the bananas put it over the top, but i seem to remember some cheesecake under there....
 
this weekend i head to paris. dont start hitting your LIKE buttons quite yet. if you recall my time there is not unlike a 6 grade science class spent watching a filmstrip about mitosis. even if you were the one who got picked to advance the slides, there was still a zero chance of any fun. and if you were like me you got in trouble for doodling your lead pencil on the black table.
 
care to read a recap of my time there from a while ago?  come on, everyone is doing it.
 
cheers.