>> Friday, September 21, 2007
After Ironman, I was sore until Wednesday. Then, on Wednesday, I caught a nasty cold. I just got over it. Pharmie didn't want to touch me with all of the mucus that was coming out of me (I don't blame her), so between Ironman and that nasty cold, our sex life was on hold for a while.
But this morning, for the first time since Ironman...bow-chicka-wha-wha!
Everything still works after Ironman! Let the peasants rejoice!