more firsts...and September stuff...(aka update part 2)

Swim, bike, run. Together...all in succession. Sounds great, right? If you are my darling husband, this apparently does sound great. If you are me, you sprained your wrist typing this blog.

OK...back to the story...

Last May, one of John's co-workers mentioned a Sprint Triathalon that his wife had competed in the year prior. That co-worker mentioned it to me, and together we put a teensy-weensy bit of pressure on my middle-aged, balding, but oh so not fat, husband, and "it was on".

John trained over the summer (although he will quickly tell you he didn't train enough...yeah, right), and worked with a personal trainer to design a program, as well as consulted with former swimming star and coach, my good friend HB, for some tips.

Knowing John as well as I do, I wasn't surprised about his slight obsession with training, his times/splits, etc. nor that he procrastinated and registered after the deadline (but was able to be register late when they opened it up again). Additionally, I was not surprised when he almost didn't do it the week of the event (at that point I had to resort to "sissy" taunting to get him to do it). Yes, all because he felt he may not have trained enough.

How did he do? Well, OK, I guess, blah blah blah. He WON his age group. Sheesh. Yeah, maybe he should've trained harder.

This is a first that I won't be trying anytime soon.

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