I’m not sure what drew me to my first Triathlon practice November of my freshman year at BU. I didn’t have the faintest idea the differences between a mountain and racing bike, Lance Armstrong was a guy whose favorite color was yellow, and Kona sounded like some sort of mixed drink. If you asked me if I had ever thought of cycling, I would laugh in your face, after all, cyclist’s socks were weird and their spandex hugged all the wrong areas. Nope, I was a retired high school swimmer who ran on the weekends to avoid the freshman fifteen. I was at college to dig my nose in books and find my future husband. Triathlons were not even in my vocabulary. And yet I found myself at the track and tennis center at 8 pm on a Wednesday night. My first ever track practice, terrified out of my mind. The practice was bust: I almost fainted from giving blood that day and running in circles made my head spin. I was slower than everyone else and Coach Vic had to explain everything twice. I left feeling s...
I like geography best because mountains & rivers know the secret: Pay no attention to boundaries.