Thursday, August 20, 2009

Feed me Seymour!

This is how I feel.

Seriously, I wake up in the middle of the night. Growling. Starving. Famished.

I guess this is what it feels like to be in the peak of Ironman training!


1 comment:

Missy said...

I used to sleep with food on my nightstand so I could eat fignewtons in the middle of the nite. Sounds like you're right on!