Work The Med Tent…
…at a triathlon and you might hear some amazing stories. Like the 79-year-old fella that is competing in his 200 and umpteenth something race…this year. There is phenomenon about triathlons and athleticism that stirs the soul. I see the competitors and I am moved to the point that I make resolutions much like the ill-fated promises of New Year. I keep telling myself that I am going to get back into shape. Don’t get me wrong, I do work out on a regular basis. Lift a couple to three times a week and swim just as many. But by looking at my backside in this picture, you’d wonder if I ever set foot in a gym. I blame the genetics on the pop. He is a big ol’ boy. To see the blood sweat and tears left in the battle field is beyond words. Props to all those who get in the game and compete through the end including this incredible pic of my buddy TriTPastor2B gutting it out in the final stages of a recent Ironman qualifier while I sat the bench in the med tent. No more excuses.
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