God, triathletes are hard bastards
Mar. 23rd, 2006 08:33 amI thought I'd got away with yesterday's bike-swim-bike morning.
Until I woke up this morning. Oh shoulders. Oh, hips. Ohhh, fatigue. Ah well, run it off tonight!
Until I woke up this morning. Oh shoulders. Oh, hips. Ohhh, fatigue. Ah well, run it off tonight!
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Date: 2006-03-24 04:02 pm (UTC)But then, he's got one of those superhuman will things. He found out he was borderline diabetic, and the next morning had completely reworked his diet and started exercising. No weaning off his old way of eating, just cold-turkey went off sugar entirely and limited carbs, started walking 5 miles a day, no breaks, no excuses, no complaining.
That was a few years back. More recently, he entered a kayak race (I think it was 5 miles or similar). The guy who won was this 30-something doctor, tan, taut, and athletic, skimming along in one of those $1000 racing kayaks. Finishing about ten minutes behind him was my father in law, age 60+, in a pre-owned plastic kayak he had bought for $50 at a yard sale.
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