Welcome to my blog!

I know, not very creative and this post isn't even original.  It's one I posted about a year ago on the Mud Sweat and Gears website.  My hope is to post things as I think of  them.  Obviously, most posts will be about the great sport of triathlon: personal stories, thoughts and other ramblings.  Also, since I now have the power to blog about non-triathlon things like why people can't park between the lines in a parking lot.  A real pet peeve of mine.  I hope you enjoy!

MY ADDICTION

 What you might hear  at a TA ( Triathletes Anonymous)meeting:

                “Hello, my name is Dave and I am a triathlete. I have been a triathlete for 12 years.  I used to be a football player but my supplier (The University of Alberta) ran out of stuff (I used up all my eligibility).  I needed a fix, man.  I tried golf but I couldn’t get the same rush. (I was a lousy golfer.  Still am.)  Then I found triathlon. I wasn’t sure at first.  Two hundred and fifteen pounders in spandex isn’t a pretty sight but after my first race I was hooked.  I started training all the time, I lost a whole bunch of weight and maxed out a credit card.  I even started shaving my legs.  I’ve done three Ironmans and I want to do a fourth.  What the hell is the matter with me?  I tried to get out a couple of times but the stuff is too strong.  I can’t stay away.  It’s gotten so bad that I think I want to try an Ultramarathon.  What is my family going to think?  I need help!”

If you are reading this then you are either my Mom or you are just like me, a triathlete.  We are addicted to early morning swims, riding more kilometers than some people put on their cars and running until we feel like puking.  And we will read anything about triathlon because we are either looking for something that will shave a few minutes off our run time (or waistline) or we are looking for support from fellow endorphin junkies.  Most of our non-tri friends don’t understand.  They all think we’re nuts.  Sometimes I think I’m nuts but when I don’t train in the morning, I go through withdrawal and feel like crap for the rest of the day.  Sound familiar?  If yes, then you need help.  That’s why I’m here.

Paul has been supporting my habit for 5 or 6 years now.  I can’t really remember.  We used to do deals in his garage.   All kidding aside, Paul is has been big help to me and my triathlon addiction.  This little column is my way of paying up.  My hope is to give some training advice, tell some funny stories and bring more of us triathlon junkies together.  There is a lot of us out there (in Sherwood Park) and we all could use a little support.  The first step is admitting it. 

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