I signed up for the Clydesdale section of the triathlon. It was a mistake. I am not that big. everybody else was though... massive men dressed in black wetsuits with white shamu spots on them.

It was a washing machine of limbs and neoprene and teeth. the great northern pike at the bottom of the lake were eyeing my tender limbs and thinking of how delicious I would be all waterlogged and helpless, trapped in the seaweed of lake nokomis.

But I made it out and had a great time. the northern pike were sad. and Steph made delicious hamburgers that night.