Today I continue to ponder the question: why am I involved in a sport filled with such assholes? Every triathlete I come across (apart from a doctor at work I hardly know), seems to be straight edge in all the worst ways, it's like dealing with the cops.
After applying in late December at Fleet Feet, Carrboro's running community nucleus, I was looking foward to meeting coach Jay Crooker, Ph.D. in analytical chemistry and nine time Ironman finisher; as well as folks who share a common interest, maybe even someone running the same race this May. Yesterday however I recieved my first piece of corrospondence:
Hello Tri Team,
This e-mail is the FINAL NOTICE that Tri Team Clothing orders must be made by 7pm
TOMORROW (Thursday, Jan 13).
If you have not yet done so, please stop by Fleet Feet Carrboro and try the clothing on
for size and place your order.
Many Team Members have noted that the sizing this year is different than last, so we
request that you COME BY and try the clothing on.
IMPORTANT NOTE : We would love to have all of you sporting the team Fleet Feet colors
this season. However, if you do not get your order in by tomorrow, a uniform will NOT be
available, as NO EXTRAS will be ordered.
On a related note, if you have not yet REGISTERED for the Team, please do so here :
https://www.signmeupsports.com/Events/Index_Events.asp?EventID=30279 Questions ? Please contact Bobby (
bobby@fleetfeetcarrboro.com)
Take Care,
Jay Crooker
-fuck fleet feet, fuck spandex, fuck $5,000 road bikes, and fuck 85% of triathlon articles that have nothing better to talk about than who's who at the world championship in Kona.