There’s just something about triathletes – something wrong in our heads. When others see an hour of free time, they think about playing a game or having a drink. When triathletes see an hour of free time, we see time for a quick session. Case in point: Yesterday I had a late afternoon meeting in downtown Chicago. Knowing that it would end at the start of Chicago’s rush hour(s), I grabbed my running shoes, Garmin and a change of clothes. Why sit in traffic on 290 for two hours when I can spend an hour of that time logging a few miles? So, after fighting through the foot traffic to get to the Lake Shore Trail, I hit the pavement and put down 8.5 miles. It was nothing spectacular, but it was the best possible decision I could have made. The hour+ running delay pushed my ride home back just enough that…
How you know you’re in love with the sport of triathlon
