when you talk to your non training friends and say that you feel guilty that you've only run a 10k today and then walked another 10k to meet them instead of catching the tube...so you feel a little less guilty not doing much...and they stare at you as if you're a freak...lovable but still a freak...[:)]
You keep a sense of humour when everything starts to collapse around you on race day,or after dropping you bike in for a service with its gripe sheet,you get the gripe sheet back with the following;
problem. front tyre almost needs replacing.
LBS. Almost replaced front tyre.
problem. Front wheel vibrates above 30mph.
LBS. Could not replicate vibration in workshop.
problem. Evidence of oil leak from wheel hub.
LBS. Evidence removed.
problem. Suspect crack in carbon fork.
LBS. suspect you are right.
problem. pedal crank makes a noise like a child with a drum.
LBS. Took drum away from child.
problem. Bike handles funny.
LBS. Bike instructed to straighten up and ride correctly.
When your GP says 'I don't suppose you will, but this will clear up much more quickly if you took a couple of days off training.' Gives you the look, sighs & shakes her head.
( chest infection just in case you were wondering).
when friends ask "hows training going", you tell them you've got ITB syndrome, they presume its something psychological and tell you thy've been suspecting it for a while.
I like the loo roll one. Supported some friends on SUnday who were doing their first Tri, and on Saturday they asked me for a top tip, "take a loo roll with you". They thought I was joking until I explianed if there's 120 entrants all needing an 'anal avacuation' (CH), the two rolls provided in a public toilet isn't going to last long. This is only compounded in that s single visit pre-race is a rarity, I like most people enjoy it multiple!
Not for the faint of heart, not for the weekend warrior type, and not for the arm chair athlete. The triathlete is a special breed of athlete. No mountainous muscles or intimidating features, the triathlete stores their true power deep within. To look for evidence of such power, one only needs to look deep into the eyes of these warriors of the elements just before and after the beginning of competition. Then, nothing else matters. They have no past, there is no future and life means nothing except the distance that needs to be travelled. All that is regarded as living is suddenly redefined into a simplified existence within each arm stroke, each breath of air, and each step. But even then the true triathlete, regardless of their level finds the euphoria of the Triathlon not only by its finish, but from the Zen like state that comes, that gives them the superhuman ability to break any and all limitations - that keep men simply men and women simply women. They are super athletes proving their worth only to themselves for the satisfaction to have said “I did it”…….again… The Triathlete.
You know you're a triathlete when... even after you've been completely dumped on at work, having today been passed-up for promotion and learn that your new manager will now be someone who is both less qualified, less experienced and is generally less likeable than yourself - but evidentally far better at the sucking-up to the 'powers that be' - instead of going out and getting completely rat-arsed with your other workmates who've also just been dumped on, you stick with a soda water and fresh lime, then continue to do 100 lengths and a 5km run that you planned to do anyway.
I somehow managed not to resign on the spot, although I did have to excuse myself before the meeting had officially come to an end. Still, there may be an upside, as I've now plausible grounds to request pro rata work and drop down to a 4 day week, thus allowing me 3 whole days to do something far more rewarding than fudging numbers to please shareholders and other such shady characters. Maybe we'll make a decent age grouper out of me yet - that, or I'll coach(!).
You have a routine set of tests done - blood pressure, weight etc - and the nurse pauses, puts her pen down and says: "Umm...do you do a lot of exercise?"
dunno how to quote yet.... not got to grip wae the fourm yet....however Jack Hughes...
When thinking about a new car, you stop fantasising about a two seater sports cars etc. - but start seriously thinking that what you really need is a van - Lots of space, you can but a few bikes in it, without having to even take the wheels off. Space to hang a wetsuit, and other gear, get changed in it, and with no windows, people can't see what you've got inside. A really useful two seater! ---------
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this is such a funny thread btw
problem. front tyre almost needs replacing.
LBS. Almost replaced front tyre.
problem. Front wheel vibrates above 30mph.
LBS. Could not replicate vibration in workshop.
problem. Evidence of oil leak from wheel hub.
LBS. Evidence removed.
problem. Suspect crack in carbon fork.
LBS. suspect you are right.
problem. pedal crank makes a noise like a child with a drum.
LBS. Took drum away from child.
problem. Bike handles funny.
LBS. Bike instructed to straighten up and ride correctly.
( chest infection just in case you were wondering).
blurredgirl
When you shopping basket only has good healthy stuff in!
When you don't drink - you 'hydrate'
when you go for a 5k run after a 5k race, just so you can call it a work out
Heres from them brand new high hills yours from practising running in barefeet.
Not for the faint of heart,
not for the weekend warrior type,
and not for the arm chair athlete.
The triathlete is a special breed of athlete.
No mountainous muscles or intimidating features,
the triathlete stores their true power deep within.
To look for evidence of such power,
one only needs to look deep into the eyes of these warriors of the elements
just before and after the beginning of competition.
Then, nothing else matters.
They have no past,
there is no future
and life means nothing
except the distance that needs to be travelled.
All that is regarded as living is suddenly redefined
into a simplified existence within each arm stroke,
each breath of air, and each step.
But even then the true triathlete,
regardless of their level finds
the euphoria of the Triathlon not only by its finish,
but from the Zen like state that comes,
that gives them the superhuman ability to break any and all limitations -
that keep men simply men
and women simply women.
They are super athletes
proving their worth only to themselves
for the satisfaction to have said
“I did it”…….again…
The Triathlete.
......when you realise you're the most disorganised person in the sport with the highest organisation.
I somehow managed not to resign on the spot, although I did have to excuse myself before the meeting had officially come to an end. Still, there may be an upside, as I've now plausible grounds to request pro rata work and drop down to a 4 day week, thus allowing me 3 whole days to do something far more rewarding than fudging numbers to please shareholders and other such shady characters. Maybe we'll make a decent age grouper out of me yet - that, or I'll coach(!).
blurredgirl
I thought to myself that if I won the lottery the first thing I would do would be to buy one of the $30,000 charity auction places at Kona
When thinking about a new car, you stop fantasising about a two seater sports cars etc. - but start seriously thinking that what you really need is a van - Lots of space, you can but a few bikes in it, without having to even take the wheels off. Space to hang a wetsuit, and other gear, get changed in it, and with no windows, people can't see what you've got inside. A really useful two seater!
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Jack you nailed it there.... bring on the van!