Its one of those days when I am desperate enough for an e-mail to sign up on an internet forum, with my real name! I must be losing it, FINALLY. After beating around the sport for not-so-many ages, as an anti-social, mentally unstable and not-so-fun-loving amateur, I have now decided that I need to be demoted to the “special” category of triathletes.
So, hello to all the boys and girls… I am a triathlete from India (yeah, go figure!). I remember being very pissed off at Jonas once for mentioning that my morning swim ritual, when I had the pleasure of running into him, involved being decked in my EOR Pyjamas… I mean, can’t a woman have a bit of privacy?! Besides, why tell the world that Jonas also said that if I swam any slower, I would sink. What most people do not know is that I finished my first Ironman, also in my pyjamas. The race announcer had no idea what came hurtling across the finish line… All I know was that the volunteers on the run course wouldnt give me any damm coke, until I showed them my race number. Maybe they thought I was jogging in the park.
I met this awesome group of californians in Brasil, a few weeks ago and decided slowtwitch cannot be that insane, afterall. So, it is now officially 11 days after that race, which was a whopping disappointment and I have even more reason to sit around and pretend to like training, but just be in the “re-build the beer gut” stage of periodization (whatever that is… I also know some other big words like “taper” and “deraileur”).
Mostly, this post is to ask if anyone has the same problem I do, on the bike… Every person ahead of my resembles a beer bottle, in a race. Pass 'em and I get to say hello to another Heineken. Do you think its just the sun or maybe my contact lenses? Any input is welcome. I know there are a lot of smart people in this crowd… so, who better to ask?
“Vanakkam” is “greetings” in Tamil. A language that is really old and entrenched in inertia…
Look forward to more rambles on the meaning of life, stupidity as measured by letting the mind take over and oh, beer.