The notification came on Wednesday… I won the lottery and will be competing in the NYC triathlon on July 8th along with my triathlon mate, Chris.
This past July, 2 people died of heart attacks during the initial swim portion of the race. I can understand that… it’s not difficult to have a panic attack as you launch yourself into full triathlon twattle swimming through murky waters among a pack of wetsuit-clad beefcakes with brightly-colored waterproof condoms gripping their heads.
In a river swim, you can’t see further than your own hand. Being far out from land, your sense of orientation, gathered by comparing your own orientation to that of the coast line, is often slightly off due to your distance from shore. So, with several hundred extremely myopic swimmers losing orientation but still trying to win a race, people tend to swim directly into each other like floating polyurethane naked mole rats. Like sperm wiggling for an egg imagined to be somewhere up ahead in the murk… Like a short film in fake english.
Don’t you think that more people should die in those events? It’s kind of the point no? Endurance, stamina.. why should there be limits..
Most people don’t push themselves.
I’ve been playing squash with a crippled dwarf. He pushes himself. He beats me. I think he’s in a lot of pain playing.
Alders theory of compensation. He wants to create the pain as a way of seeming to be in control of the pain that otherwise controls him.
some journalist ripped off your post
It took him 4 pages and countless investigative reporting to my 3 paragraphs and couch slouching. Pity the writer.
must get paid by the word