which way to the man buffet?

so my teammate andrea myers, despite her doctorate in physical therapy and smartysmart brain, has missed her calling. instead of helping people right their bodily wrongs, she should be a t-shirt designer. her slogans had me in stitches the entire 15 hours in the targetraining volvo en route to athens, ga from westport, ct. we had a freakin blast.

andrea-isms of note:

-that's not the only thing that's wrong with you (to a pt patient who had back issues)

-if you had a brain tumor, stretching probably wouldn't help (yet another unlucky patient complaining of neck pain and postulating that perhaps it was a tumor)

-move it along, georgia (mumbled to the rear bumper of strangely slow-moving georgia traffic on i-85 south)

-and the coup de grace: which way to the man buffet? (i don't even remember how it came about, but we giggled for a good 55 minutes) this is gonna be a vanderkitten t-shirt for sure...

here is the lovely andrea

oh, and last night we raced the athens twilight criterium. i raced completely outside myself, with the help of coach eneas freyre's pre-twilight workouts, director sportif greg wolf encouraging us over the race radio, and dave towle screaming your name into the microphone. i couldn't have done it without those three. muchos abrazos. it was completely off the hizzy.