Ironman is Sexy

This weekend marked another decent ride (I rode 80 miles of organized ride in Illinois feeling pretty good the entire time). I've been following coach's advice: I took a couple of workouts easy and have been trying to eat more (anyone who knows me well knows that eating more than I already do is a feat of epic proportions [I may actually eat myself out of house and home]). Since then (despite a really hot, humid run where my heart rate was 165 the whole time [translation: I was running sloooooow, my heart was beating like I was running a 10k faaaast]), I've been feeling a lot stronger: my heartrate has been down a bit, my bikes have been strong and fairly fast, and I've been feeling much better in general.
I spent the last couple of days feeling pretty good about feeling pretty good. And then some weird stuff started happening today. One of the teachers I work with commented that I looked "really toned", which was fine, until a student mentioned that my calves "looked huge today" (On a side note: I usually deflect these types of comments by asking "would you like me to point out the parts of your body that I think look funny"? That usually quiets everyone down pretty fast), and then another student told me that I "used to be pretty when [I] did [my] hair" (it's been in a pony tail pretty much everyday since February).  That's when I realized: I work out tons (which should mean that I look better, right?) and all of a sudden my hair is a chlorine-y mess, I have sunglasses and bike short tan (nothing like that first day in a bikini with bike short-tan: tan legs, white thighs), and apparently my calves are now "huge" (frankly, I think I might be developing Popeye arms as well), and I'm pretty sure that I now own way more athletic clothes than real clothes.
Oh well, at least I feel good. And, in the long run, I guess I'd rather be badass than look good (or so I need to keep telling myself for the next three months).