Here is evidence that I did a triathlon.
Here is also evidence that I have surrendered all dignity, self-consciousness and natural shame in the name of the TRI.
I have mentioned before that I have not lost an ounce training. I did lose three pounds from the event itself, although it is likely water. This could be that my body refuses to give up any of it’s precious storage under any circumstances and will even allow me to go brain dead before it will release any stored calorie (yep, it’s pretty much happened). Or, it could be that I only started seriously reigning in my eating a week or so ago. Probably a combination of both.
So, here is the cold, hard reality in photo form. Even as a triathlete who trains 6+ hours a week, I have a very long way to go to feel good about being around cameras. But I’m not going to let this bum out my high—because apparently with this, as in so many other areas of my life, the only way is the hard way. And I chose the tri over the lap band because I wanted to really earn it, so I need to consider these my “before” pictures.
Since I don’t know what order they’ll come in to this (I’m email posting), I’ll just list what I’m attaching: Me setting up my bike at transition 1 (T1), me in a wetsuit that David said makes me look like a claymation doll (thanks, dear) complete with neon orange race cap, me with coworker and fellow tri-virgin Gary in wetsuits, our wave (7) at the start of the swim, Steve and Jesse, my caretakers, mentors and also coworkers, and me at the end of the “run” with both of them.