Sitting here with what was supposed to be a basketball filled day off... now cleaning and thinking. When are you really a triathlete? Like you’re not really a New Englander until you’ve called 6 inches of snow a dusting and said 10 degrees “actually isn’t that bad” in the sun. Or the “How I met your mother” episode you’re not really a New Yorker until you’ve done these things(kill a cockroach with your hand).
So when are you really a triathlete? I’ve got a couple. When you’ve broken a durable and expensive piece of gear. When you ran 3 miles and said you didn’t work out today. When you’ve fallen behind on laundry and worn the same bike shorts 3 times (yeah it’s gross)
I still lapped everyone on the couch!
So when are you really a triathlete? I’ve got a couple. When you’ve broken a durable and expensive piece of gear. When you ran 3 miles and said you didn’t work out today. When you’ve fallen behind on laundry and worn the same bike shorts 3 times (yeah it’s gross)
I still lapped everyone on the couch!