The Mission Bay Triathalon
No, I didn't do it, but tagged along with my NaCl runnin' mates Megan and Timmeh to watch the *hilarity* unfold as we spectated and cheered and jeered all the people actually in the race. It was my first time ever witnessing one of these, and it was pure comedic gold.
Highlights include:
All the people riding Huffy mountain bikes.
The people I just wanted to stop on their bikes and raise their seat 6 inches.
All the marines trying to hit on the elite women.
All the elite women bellowing orders to people as they pass ->"STAY ON THE RIGHT!!!", gettin' all attitudy on a ~sprint~ coarse.
The guys w/aerobars and disc wheels, yet wearing big floppy cotton tshirts.
The guy wearing a giant stuffed fish on his bike helmet, and tranistioned the piece into his run.
And Megan yelling the cheer: "THE CRAZY TRAIN IS GETTING INTO THE STATION!" and "MAKE THE MAGIC HAPPEN!!!".
And big cheers to all the people who really had no idea what they were getting into, but stuck with it defiantly even to the last downhill finish; they had more willpower than any of the elites just cruising the course.
Timmeh and I resolved to do one of these sprint races with brilliant hot pink shag fur covered $40 huffy bikes with streamers, faux disc wheel, and rockin' soul from boomboxes, in neon spandex and viking helmets. These people needed that.
And now for my transition into lab. I am so making IBX my bitch today.
No, I didn't do it, but tagged along with my NaCl runnin' mates Megan and Timmeh to watch the *hilarity* unfold as we spectated and cheered and jeered all the people actually in the race. It was my first time ever witnessing one of these, and it was pure comedic gold.
Highlights include:
All the people riding Huffy mountain bikes.
The people I just wanted to stop on their bikes and raise their seat 6 inches.
All the marines trying to hit on the elite women.
All the elite women bellowing orders to people as they pass ->"STAY ON THE RIGHT!!!", gettin' all attitudy on a ~sprint~ coarse.
The guys w/aerobars and disc wheels, yet wearing big floppy cotton tshirts.
The guy wearing a giant stuffed fish on his bike helmet, and tranistioned the piece into his run.
And Megan yelling the cheer: "THE CRAZY TRAIN IS GETTING INTO THE STATION!" and "MAKE THE MAGIC HAPPEN!!!".
And big cheers to all the people who really had no idea what they were getting into, but stuck with it defiantly even to the last downhill finish; they had more willpower than any of the elites just cruising the course.
Timmeh and I resolved to do one of these sprint races with brilliant hot pink shag fur covered $40 huffy bikes with streamers, faux disc wheel, and rockin' soul from boomboxes, in neon spandex and viking helmets. These people needed that.
And now for my transition into lab. I am so making IBX my bitch today.