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Tri Toys

Half the reason for racing triathlons is the gear you have to buy. (The exception being lycra shorts.) Dri-fit, polarized, carbon, compression items that you absolutely can’t live without and are never on sale.

I’m a sucker for the toys. Especially when starting out in the sport a decade ago. Computrainer? Check. Treadmill? Check. Powercranks? Don’t ask. But check.

My Softride Rocket TT (bought when I got a lottery entry to Hawaii) was an especially indulgent purchase in 2001, mostly because I was far too slow to deserve such a pricey bike. But also because beam bikes were a short-lived trend that soon went the way of 650 wheels. It had 650s, too – double whammy. Live and learn and then get a Felt B2. It hides the shame.

Because I’m fairly set as far as gear goes, not much needed to be purchased for this season – hurrah! One exception was a Garmin. Last night was my first run with the 110, a smaller, lower-tech model with heart rate monitor. It was freaking fantastic. How did I go so long without one? I checked the thing so often I’m amazed I didn’t face plant. Its name is Gigi.

On a sad technology note, my Ipod Shuffle has disappeared. Hopefully not stolen, as who would want all my bad 80s music? Not sure how long I can hold out with no music while running. Maybe an excuse to get a new one. See? More gear.

My workouts have been good this week. Of course, it’s only Wednesday. There’s still plenty of time to oversleep and miss a few.

Weekly stats through today:

Weights: 1 hr.

Swim: 2:30/7,900 yds

Run: :30

Bike: zilch

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