sorta wordless wednesday

I cleaned my own drive train yesterday (even though my mom told me I'd someday go blind).

I ride the crap out of my bike and clean/lube it sooooort of regularly, but I was still a little amazed at how much funk was up in there.  The word "ouch" showed up again in today's workouts and I'm pumped to go out and ride my squeaky clean sex machine.  Please ignore the fact that my pants are three sizes too big, I didn't realize that until I was putting them on at the gym post-swim.

In other news, Sofie's hair is in the in-between stage of growing it out and she isn't handling it all that well.

A hat might be a good answer for a while, Sof.

Happy Wednesday, friends!  Have you ever taken your bike apart and then let someone else much more knowledgeable put it back together?