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Triathlete Seeking Triathlete

I've recently added to my criteria of datable guys. And I've gotten even more specific and picky - if that's possible. So in addition to my already extensive list of necessary characteristics, I decided he also must be a triathlete. End up story. Okay or at least willing to try a race and then have a high probability of getting addicted to it =)
As if Tris haven't' consumed my entire life already, now it's imposing upon my love life.
But honestly, I feel like the only people who get this whole obsession with triathlons are other triathletes - only they understand why I would get hit by two cars in one day and still cycle the next day. Or drop $120 on orthodics so I can run properly. That is insane. I accept that.
I think I would consider just a cyclist or a swimmer, though. Definitely not just a runner, I'm not quite sure why...I think I have hidden animosity against them because I can't run without killing my legs and knees. That would lead to hidden anger in the relationship and everyone knows that's no good. I would start commenting on his eating habits, then isolate him from his friends, then start picking out his outfits and before you know it I'm looking at his phone bill and checking his e-mails. All because one leg is .5 cm longer than the other. Damn asymmetry reducing my dating pool.
On a side note, did you know professional athletes have one of the highest divorce rates? I think it's because how selfish you have to be. Literally everything depends on your training and your body, so it's a pretty demanding profession. I think it takes a certain person to stick with that.
As if I'm not a pain in the ass already ;)


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