At Alcatraz I was going out on the run, trying to beat the band to catch my wife who had about a minute on me by then. I am about a 1/2 mile away from the transition area and here comes this buff looking dude. He is prety much flying. Bare in mind, this guy is a 1/2 mile from the finish line and I am a 1/2 mile into the run. So basically he has a 7 mile lead on me. The dude is the same age as me.
It was Emilio DeSoto of DeSoto Sports. He is wearing one of those gawd-awful, dorky "DeSoto" trucker caps. Those must be cool in California. Anyway.
So, this guy owns a company that kicks butt, is super fast, has that vaguely latin thing going on so chicks are always hanging around him.
I, on the other hand, was in the process of getting my (now) fat ass handed to me by my wife, felt like shit, had my photo taken by a guy and posted on this forum with a major spare tire around my waist and the race darn near killed me.
So, how does he do it?
Tom Demerly
The Tri Shop.com
It was Emilio DeSoto of DeSoto Sports. He is wearing one of those gawd-awful, dorky "DeSoto" trucker caps. Those must be cool in California. Anyway.
So, this guy owns a company that kicks butt, is super fast, has that vaguely latin thing going on so chicks are always hanging around him.
I, on the other hand, was in the process of getting my (now) fat ass handed to me by my wife, felt like shit, had my photo taken by a guy and posted on this forum with a major spare tire around my waist and the race darn near killed me.
So, how does he do it?
Tom Demerly
The Tri Shop.com