I immediately wanted to name him after someone who had a moustache. I could only come up with Charlie and Adolf and none of those would do. One of my friends suggested Mario a la Super Mario Bros. fame. I was a huge fan of these Nintendo games when I was a kid and immediately thought it was a great idea. It took a day or two to decide if he was more of a Mario or a Luigi or even possibly Wario (he peed on the couch in his first 24 hours home), but Mario ended up winning. Now I can't imagine him with any other name.
I spoke much too soon about my legs feeling good the other day. They were downright sore and stiff yesterday. I had wanted to go for a "long" bike ride yesterday but held off until today to give my body a break. This morning I went for a 10.5 mile bike ride. I've decided I'm definitely a wimpy bike rider. I'm not sure what elevation our apartment is at, but I can't imagine it is more than a few hundred feet above sea level. It's all downhill to the shore and then all uphill on the way home. I had to get down into my easiest gear and felt like I was barely moving on the way home. I read about people doing rides with thousands of feet of climbing and can't even fathom how I'd survive that. I guess the good news is that since I have to tackle the hills to get home whenever I ride, it can only get better from here. In the afternoon I went on a 4.6 mile recovery run. I'm still a tiny bit sore but my legs felt amazingly good on the run today.
I checked the official results from the race and my time was 2:01.xx!! That is totally wrong. I hit my garmin at the start and finish and normally I'm within 2-3 seconds of my net time. The announcer at the finish was also relaying the time and I distinctly remember her saying "2 hours, 3 minutes" as I approached the line. So in the end, I'm going to go with my Garmin time.
Mario enjoying the view from the previously mentioned coveted cardboard box