Things they don’t tell you when embarking upon triathlon #1
Feb.07, 2009, filed under Miscellany
Today, because I am too lurgified to do any actual training, and also because Frood acquired an eighty litre box for storing his art supplies, thus freeing up the storage box I’d loaned him for the job, I reorganised my gear.
The thing with triathlon is that at first you think it’s just masochism. Then you discover the consequences, such as only being able to have long nails in the off-season (you don’t want to put a hole in your delicate and expensive wetsuit). One of the consequences is the sheer amount of gear you need. Not just for racing, but for training. Running shoes for varying terrains. Cycling shoes for different pedal systems (commuting on Looks isn’t impossible, but stopping at lights wears the cleats). Kickboards, pull-buoys, training goggles, paddles. Packs for carrying your gear when you run to the gym. Hydration systems for long runs. Hats for running in summer; hats for running in winter. Hi viz for running in winter darkness. Sports snacks. I have a box half-full of protein bars and carb gels.
We eat sitting in front of the telly not because we don’t want to eat at table, but because the table (as well as currently storing the stuff that should be in the boiler cupboard, but can’t be because the cold water combination valve is leaking) is storage space for all my kit.
Look.
Behind all that is my archery equipment.
Maybe I just like toys.
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