Triathletes Crack Me Up

Had a good time over at IronmanUSA in Lake Placid yesterday. Had a moto w/driver, which made the shooting pretty good. Would have been impossible without one, actually. Placid is a beautiful area, rolling hills, lakes, etc. Rode a lap of the 56-mile bike loop on Saturday and that is a rigorous course, lots of up and down. I think it would have made sense to race it on a road bike with clip-ons instead of a full TT aero bike, better for descending and climbing. But what do I know?

Anyway, Ironman is the full tri scene, over 2,000 racers all geeked out. It was insane. To me, this scene distilled the weekend: a guy tucked on his aerobars, going uphill at about 5 MPH, freewheeling (!). You can’t make that up.

The idea of doing an Ironman has always been intriguing, but after seeing it close up I’m less intrigued. By the run a lot of people looked really miserable. Just a lot of monotonous pounding. Racers were still finishing their bike legs at 5 PM, 10 hours after the start, and they still had to run a marathon. Give me 45 minutes on a cyclo-cross bike, thanks.

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