Only a triathlete...
My friends make fun of me when I go out in public wearing my tri shorts (which isn't very often)
And people are often really impressed if you say you're training for a tri.
For a while I thought I could make a better energy drink than the big boys and I purchased: maltodextrin powder (for complex carbs), honey powder (for the fructose/sucrose simple carbs balance), chicken broth (for the salt), and some soy milk (for the protein).
While chemically, I might have been on the right track, my triathlon brew was as palatable as donkey urine and would leave me dehydrated because I preferred to dry out than drink the stuff.
I went back to my diluted solution of Gatorade.
Only a group of triathletes would remember to bring GUs with them before heading out for a long Saturday night out. We couldn't have closed down those 4am bars without them. And just think of how much better we would have felt the next day if we had been dropping the occasional Nuun tablet in our drinks throughout the night!
MAM
And so there I stood,wearing flip flops and biking shorts--looking as mean as a guy could look with shaved legs--at the front of a long line at Sports Basement waiting to buy a pink yoga mat.
(I went to a yoga class after a tri-friend recommended it would be a great way to work out some of the overuse injuries I've sustained recently.)
Greatness is only achieved by those who perpetually raise the expectations of themselves to the point where it ruins their life.
AZ that's hilarious. I burst out laughing when I read that...
AZ that's hilarious. I burst out laughing when I read that...
yeah it was just one of those moments that if you can't laugh at yourself then your screwed:p
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Mine was practicing dismounting my bike with the shoes still clipped in. I had just completed a local informal crit with the super roadies and decided to try a new dismount.
I unclipped my right foot and swung my right leg behind the saddle and balanced it behind my left leg...which was still clipped in.
BAM! I went down hard in a pile of aluminum and lycra.
For some reason, my logic told me that I would be able to give my left foot a gentle twist and it would pop out and I would gracefully complete the dismount. What I failed to grasp was that once I started to swing my right leg behind me, that would put torque on my left foot and unclip me.
I call that my secret Gomer Dismount Technique.
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Yeah I love the great looks I get while swimming in the wetsuit in the pool... Every one just looks at me like "wow he sure is a special guy out there he must be training for the special olympics"





So I have always been a little slow getting my wetsuit off, so this morning I was practicing getting out of it in the shower. I guess I made a bit more noise then I thought because half way through getting the suit off for the third time, theshower door slides open girl friend is just kinda starring then we both bust out laughing and I nearly kill myself tripping over the wetsuit. It was just like only a triathlete would ever really have to try and explain to their girl friend why at 6 in the morning they are furiously trying to take off a full wetsuit in the shower repeatedly. I see many teasings about this in my future but thats the life we all lead.
Any of you have anything even somewhat similar?
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