Some people drown their sorrows with wine. Me – I down them in pizza.
We spent the week after IRONMAN Canada pizza eating our way through Vancouver and Seattle. And it was wonderful. Because pizza six days in a row. But it was also awful. Because pizza six days in a row. By the time Saturday rolled around, I couldn’t stomach another bite.
Pizza aside, a recovery week in the Pacific Northwest is always a good idea. We spent a few days in Whistler and Vancouver and then took Amtrak to Seattle where we stayed until Saturday night (note to self: the red eye home is never a good idea).