Triathlons

Everyone in my nuclear family that gets their oxygen directly from the air is now a triathlete.

Johann, Frances and I all did triathlons this last weekend. They all went really well.

This retelling will be in three posts. First the least important (mine).

My race went extremely well, especially for not really having trained. Nothing terribly interesting happened (which is good).
However, toward the end of the bike, a guy that I had been trading passes with the whole time sped up after I had legally passed him (my front tire was significantly passed his. I had to push to complete the pass. That irritated me a bit. He passed me on the run and for a while I thought I'd catch him but I never did.

The other odd thing was that my brother (who I don't know if I've given him a pseudonym, so I'll call him "my brother") passed me on the bike without either of us realizing. (He started later than me so it took him a bit to catch up). We did see each other on the run going opposite ways which was nice.

We both finished (he significantly before I) and had a nice rest of the morning culminating in eating at a restaurant that appeared to be a nursing home cafeteria masquerading as a bait shop.

mwz