Yesterday I ran around the city getting ready for a weekend away. My idea of a retreat is one where you pay for a flight, pay to ship your bike, pay for registration fee, stop having an active social life weeks in advance, and then hydrate for days in advance so that you have to pee every hour or so. I feel a little bit like Aero (our new pup) except for that I am not peeing on the floor.
We arrived and went straight to the beach ... where I would be confronted with the beast.
WAVES. HUGE WAVES. CRASHING WAVES. WAVES. OH NO. WAVES.
Triathlon: equal parts passion and fear
Triathlon.
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