"Exercising" the Danskin Demon (Part 1 of 3)
This is the first of a 3 part post relating my experience with the Danskin triathlon.
My first triathlon in 2009 was an epic failure. So, my
incredible drive supreme stubbornness had me signing up for the next year's race.
I just had to go back. I trained a lot better last year, bought the wetsuit, and put a few more miles on the bike and in the pool.
I was not concerned with speed in any way and just wanted to:
My buddy Patty and I decided we would start dead last. That meant about, oh, two thousand ladies went ahead of us. Still, I was feeling pretty happy with our choice until we got up to the water and a fellow racer sidled up in near hysterics with a swim angel at her side.
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