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Training for Triathlon


If you've driven by the Melon Compound, you might have seen someone doing laps around the house, training for a triathalon. Oh, bless your heart for thinking it was me. Not me.

It's Ian. He asked us, out of the blue, if he could do a triathalon. As any good parent, we said sure, thinking this would be like oh-so-many things I asked for in my childhood never to see. I smirked to myself (not as easy as it sounds) and thought, "I wonder how long this will last?"

It seems to be lasting. He just did 20 laps around the house and had me looking for kid triathalons in our area. They actually have them. Run, bike, swim. Ian?

He doesn't mind running, he likes to bike and swim is where he'd rather just float than kick. Good for him is what I say and odds are I'll get roped into doing it with him. Ha. Don't hold your breath.


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The Big Melon said…
Update: two girls Ian knows brought in their medals from a local tri. It remains to be seen if he wants medals or the girls.

We'll assume it's the medals at this point.

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