fried twinkies are healthy

I woke up very well rested in my king-sized bed on the top floor of the hotel, met up with the boys for a lovely little continental breakfast in the lobby, packed up our things and checked out of the Wake Robin Inn. After taking inappropriate prom pictures in the front lawn and stretching in front of the other guests, we set out to make our way towards Tim's house.

Today turned out to be a glooorious day! Once again, the sun was shining, the hills weren't so scary, and we were all in a positive mood. And hey, big shout out to Timy for bringing his A-game today! With each day, he is really showing more and more determination and skill in handling the terrain. As John would say: Approach those hills, Attack those hills, Own those hills. (I'd say he has a bright future as lead spin class instructor in a beacon hill athletic club/boston sports club.)

We stopped at what seemed to be the smallest diner known to mankind, it was the size of a trolley car and only had a counter with stools in it. The bathroom was actually outside and in the basement. Also, it had the best customers ever! People were actually paying for other people's meals without telling them, and then complain about it. As for our group- our eyes were definitely bigger than our stomachs. John split some chocolate chip pancakes with me (yummm) and I learned that he collects coffee mugs. But not just any corree mug, the diner-style mugs with handles that only fit 1.5-2 fingers inside, depending on how big your hands are (...thats what she said?) More importantly, Corrao did finish his meal with a fried twinkie and a smile. Props to keeping it down the rest of the ride.

The second half of the day was tougher with all the extra internal weight we were carrying around, but we finished it in a timely fashion. We were getting very close to our destination, when when we realized that there were no more bars on the way to Timy's house. Hellooo- we needed to continued our drinking tradition! So we immediately turned around to get some margs and mo-ji-tos at the neighborhood mexican restaurant.. which we waited to open its doors for approximately 20 minutes. After some chips, salsa, salt and booze, we hopped on our bikes and made it to Timy's. We were greeted by his wonderful family, two dogs, and a cat. We got cleaned up, watched some music videos, blogged and passed out.

It was a great day filled with lots of good/unhealthy food and no major malfunctions.
Great job to all!