Those who can't do (yet) caddy...ECO stop 2
I had a buddy get me into Triathlons a few years back. In 2005, I entered my first, the Emerald Isle Triathlon. Now it wasn't anything crazy like Ironman distance or anything. I think it was something like a little under a half-mile ocean swim, a 12-13 mile bike and finished with the 5k run. They call that "sprint" distance. Um, yeah...sprint. Long story short, I really thought the swim was going to kill me, but I made it. Then I got a leg cramp about halfway through the bike portion, but I made it. By the time the I trotted across the finish line, it had seemed an eternity since I lost my breakfast (twice) on the dunes between the surf and the staging area for my road bike. Not to "Ron White" you here, but I told you that story, so I could tell you this story. The Usual Suspects I've been to one PDGA sanctioned event, but I've met some people whose company I enjoy. As players were swarming the check in, I found James and Geoffrey on the sidewalk ju...