You may have noticed that just a over a month ago, I boldly stated that I would be participating in a few triathlons during the month of September (notably the Long Beach Tri and the Hermosa Beach Tri). As luck would have it though, these events tend to be quite pricier than I had originally imagined (isn’t everything when you’re employment challenged for the time being). So, I had to make choices between such categories as “Buy groceries in order to imbibe the nutrition I need to live” or “Do a Triathlon.”
Sorry, Tri. Next time. If anyone did participate in a Triathlon recently and wants to tell me about it, I am more than happy to live vicariously through you!
I am however considering staging my own small-scale triathlon. I could bike to the pool, then swim, then bike around some more, then run around for thirty minutes or so. Or perhaps Ken could take me down to the ocean, and I could swim a few yards in the terrifying waters, then bike down Huntington Pier, then run while Ken basks in the sand.
I think home-grown tris are the future.*
*Not children. Obviously.