Had there been even the slightest vestiges of smugness over my athletic prowess this year, it's been destroyed this week. That's right, trampled into the dust. My shoulders are sore from paddling, my obliques and ribs are tender (also from paddling). And my poor hands, my nice, soft, encased-in-gloves-always hands are quickly callusing from holding the paddle and from supporting my weight on the handlebars of the bike. Not to mention blackening with grease from mechanicking on my bikes. Bikes are hard on hands. Although that does mean I get to use the Gojo and any day that your hand soap of choice is Gojo is a good day. So yes, I've been suitably humbled by trying to get race-ready for ski/ski/run/bike/paddle in a week!