<p>You know you are a triathlete when the following seems perfectly normal-- Not wanting to deal with stupid traffic this morning I had driven to the track for a run. I had just returned home and was still sitting in the van. The front door was open and I could see son1 putting on his running shoes. Son1 then exploded out the front door, jumped over the flowerbed, and headed up the street. Oh, a B/R brick.</p>
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<p>Still plugging along here. Next weekend in Hancock Hundred. I have to go up on Thursday to take Grandma to the doctor. Hey, son1, what 'cha think about this--stay overnight, ride home Friday, ride back to Grandma's Saturday, then do HHH. Sounds good to him, except he wants to ride up Thursday, then ride back home on Monday. I don't know where the kid gets it. The following weekend is my last Oly of the season. I need only finish to win the championship. Then yesterday, I registered for the Columbus Marathon. Main goal is to run a good race, which I haven't done in several years. Time goal is 3:59:59. We'll have to see how the rest of my training goes.</p>