God, triathletes are hard bastards

[andygates]

I 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!

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[thudthwacker.livejournal.com]

Oddly, my wife's dad is training for his first triathlon, at the tender age of 64 (I think -- and it's very bad that I'm not sure, because her dad and my mom were born all of 3 days apart, and I really should oughta know how old my mom is).

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.

[andygates.livejournal.com]

The doctor must have been spitting teeth!