I'm ambitious when giving up

The weekend was surprisingly busy. Got sunburned while watching some friends finish the Knee Knacker. Sometimes I think I'm in pretty good shape and that I'm relatively hardcore with 6 marathons under my belt, but then one of my friends will, say, tell me that she's doing Fat Dog and I realize that I'm little more than a glorified jogger.
Had a bee in my bonnet (what? I wear bonnets. Wanna do something about it?) about going for a bike ride. Haven't ridden a bike since.... well, since before the helmet law came in. Michael lent me his bike. Man, the gear changers aren't even the same as I remember (they're way easier now). He hadn't been on his specialized bike since wiping out quite badly a year ago, so we made a rather tenuous pair. We made it up to the Seymour Demonstration Forest and I got my bike up to 27 miles per hour. Fun. Biking is fun. You can get places much more quickly than by running.
My ass still hurts from the bike, though. I must've had a tougher ass (god knows it was fatter) when I used to bike everywhere when I was 15.
I went to the doctor today to ask about having my tonsils removed and she said that we can do it. I don't like being put under or having surgery, but I don't like missing days of work and being strung out on antibiotics for days on end either.
She told me that my ears were really full of wax and seemed surprised that I am able to hear anything. If I put oil in my ears (as opposed to my car) to loosen the wax she said she would clear my ears for me.
I am the sexiest person you know. Admit it.