The winter triathlete is hardcore.
They brave the bitter cold to swim in the outdoor pool, putting in more laps in the dark by 7am even before the sun rises out of bed.
They ride their bike outfitted with studded tires for the ice and snow while bundled up head to toe in the warmest of clothing.
They run endless hours in the blizzards of winter for no other reason than to experience running in a blizzard.
Their gym buddies look in awe through the glass window at the heated gym as the winter triathlete tumbles the tractor tire across the parking lot.
At the end of the day, the winter triathlete knows they will smoke their competition come spring.
I went for a long lunch time walk this afternoon at the Carpinteria Bluffs and came across this sign:
What amazed me most about this was simply the somewhat melodramatic let down of the words “swim at your own risk.”
Don’t our government officials realize that we are swimming at our own risk everyday, not just shark days?
Oceans contain sharks and I know that I have a chance of meeting one every time I get in the water. As a triathlete, sharks are small potatoes compared to the toe nibbling sea lions, the risk of rip current and even the risk of sudden heart attack.
What would be a better caption for this sign, something that piqué the interest of a triathlete?