Mile 20 of a 40 Mile Bike Ride
Legs: Wahoo! This is awesome. You guys checkin' us out? We are ON today.
Heart: For once...
Brain: Looking good legs, we're taking a break in a minute.
Legs: Yeah, that'll be great. We feel a little wonky. What was up with that breakfast?
Stomach: I dunno. I wasn't feeling so good this morning. All she had was a banana.
Mouth: Yeah, didn't taste so super.
Brain: Don't worry, she packed an energy bar. She'll eat when we stop. Eyes, scan for a good place, something safe, off the road.
Eyes: Roger that.
Legs: Dude! Did y'all check out that hill at mile 16?
Eyes: Yeah! We saw that and went wide.
Mouth: I made a little "O".
Stomach: I got that pit, like when I get scared.
Legs: Totally. We got a bit watery, ourselves. But we rocked it, didn't we? A little assist from the hands on the gearing and we were good to go.
Hands: Thank you very much.
Legs: Hey, are we there yet?
Brain: Pulling in now. Going to manual. Feet, click out and stop.
Feet: Stopping...now.
Legs: Where's the food, dude?
Brain: Relax, she's overheating. Give us a second to get organized.
Arms: She's got the long sleeve shirt off, we're reaching for the little pack...there it is!
Hands: We have the bar!
Mouth: Bring it on!
Stomach: I'm ready for it. I feel great now.
[2 Minutes pass]
Legs: What the heck is going on? Where is it? We're bonking!
Left Hand: I have the bar right here...
Eyes: It says...give us a sec..."Chocolate Peanut Crunch"
Mouth: Oh my God.
Right Hand: For chrissakes, I'm trying to stuff the shirt in the little bag. It won't fit.
Legs: Brain...!
Brain: Alright, initiating override, Right Hand, let go of the shirt...now. Tear the wrapper.
Right Hand: I got it, I got it.
Mouth: Gimme a bite! [chewing] Oh man you guys, this tastes SOOO good, you have no idea.
Legs: Yeah baby! Stomach, get to work!
Stomach: Swallow some of it! Give it to me!
Mouth: Mmmmm. Here you go.
Legs: Ahhhh
Stomach: Mouth, where's the rest?
Mouth: I don't know. She just stopped.
Eyes: I know! She's looking at the label. It says, "calories, 240"
Legs: Brain! Why is she checking out the calories? We need them all! We can't stand it when she pulls that half bar crap. We have to ride the 20 back!
Brain: All set. I just pressed the "cookie button." Inhibitions have been negated. She's going to finish it. See? And Right Hand, pick up that chocolate chip that dropped on the seat. Give it to Mouth.
Mouth: This is so awesome. Two more bites. Can I have a drink?
Brain: Absolutely. Everyone, get ready. Stomach, you good?
Stomach: Workin' away, Brain, strong like bull.
Brain: Righteous. Legs?
Legs: Stomach, you rock. We feel better already. Pedaling!
Brain: Good teamwork, folks, let's ride!
