Laura was busy modeling her cracked sunglasses...
...and Charlie's mud-splattered helmet. Unfortunately, the photo doesn't do the mud justice, but Charlie's looking particularly Zoolanderish here.
Just after the Xterra race on Saturday, Charlie had mud streaks similar to Andrew's facial mask.
Twelve hours after starting Wednesday night's ride, I showed up at the Peddler ride. Unfortunately I got stuck behind some particularly conscientious riders who stopped at a red light. We never caught back up to the main group; I think I was one of the few who wanted to. But it was a nice ride nonetheless. I thought maybe my running legs were starting to find their way home, but my run afterwards proved they hadn't. So I taught a hard spin class, trying to coerce them into returning. I'll give them a few days off, maybe until my Saturday brick. I trust they're still out there somewhere, hanging out, relaxing, enjoying their vacation. If they don't come back soon, I'll just join them there.