Last August, as I was wading into the freezing Russian River in Sonoma just past dawn, in a light rain, wearing a ridiculous pink bathing cap -- required to show my age group -- I promised myself I'd never do another triathlon. I just decided to do the Wildflower at Lake San Antonio in Monterey in May. I don't mind the swim or the run, but the bicycle is my downfall -- literally -- and this bike course sounds bad: "At mile 34, follow Nacimiento Road left up 'Nasty Grade,' a nearly 5 mile grade which climbs 1,000 feet from bottom to top." There's also this bit about people at the start using magic markers to write information on my arms and legs (age, number, etc.) -- not my cup of tea. I'm going to get a decent time in this race and then go back to tennis for good. There are a lot of bad things to say about my tennis game, but at least there are no magic markers in that sport.
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