This week, I found out some really awesome news. It has a lot to do with this little symbol here:
Oh, and I need to do work on my stash of Larabars. You’d think that stuffing a bar in my backpack every day would dwindle my reserves, but nope! It’s like I keep finding my hidden supply. Yesterday, I found a container chock full of them that my mom gave me last month. Holy cripes. Good thing these bars taste so darn good. They got me through an Ironman, what can’t they do?