see you at the finish
Saturday aft, I ran a mile (in person, you can hear my quadriceps sobbing). Granted, I wasn’t going for speed (read: lapped by pentagenarian) but I didn’t have to stop. Subsequently, I’ve decided to be in a triathlon. (No I haven’t.) As such, I’ve started my research.
My first search (“triathlete athletic handsome”) hits with mixed results. The second attempt (“triathlete magazine”) is far more successful. It leads me to TriathleteMag.com and, shortly, sweet, sweet victory.
Being an SMS (social media slut), I had to check Twitter to prove credibility. There I find @TriathleteMag and now have (if I were to follow) timely training tips. It’s a good use of SM to enhance the magazine’s reach.
Their site needs some typography work and their call-outs sort of sigh but it’s not terrible. Combine it with the tips and Triathlete Magazine seems to be a pretty solid resource. I can’t justify a subscription because of the cost. (read: too much pressure to actually race.)
Next steps: swim across Lake Nokomis after the thaw (north to south, ≈ 5000ft; not the pansy east to west) and bike to Chanhassen (≈ 20mi) for dinner and a show. I shouldn’t need to stretch or prepare for either.
But maybe I’m getting ahead of myself.
Unrelated: Paul Blart: Mall Cop beat out Gran Torino at the box office and the world cried.
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