My husband got bitten by the triathlon bug first. I spent a summer learning how to be a good tri spectator while entertaining our two small children in between T1, T2 and the finish line. Our new office furniture was a road bike and trainer. There seemed to be and endless array of soggy tech shirts, running shorts, bike shorts and swim trunks needing to be washed. I was always tripping over cycling and running shoes laying on the floor. And there was this giant Triathlon book that was always needing to be moved when I needed to dust. Somewhere during his off season he encouraged me to get involved in triathlon. Now, our parents are the ones entertaining the kids while we race. There are two bikes, and they've been moved to the garage "fitness center". I have double the amount of soggy workout clothes that need to be washed, and I find myself tripping over his shoes and mine. The giant book is now mine, and gets consulted pretty often. Date nights now involve a bike ride or open water swim. We spend our evenings discussing race strategies, or sharing training tips, and planning out the conversion of our garage to a usuable workout space. We share the bike rack, the bike pump ( though on occasion it's been in his car when I've needed it), and the bike trainer. We share our triumphs and setbacks, and love of multisport. I love walking into transition together, and having someone to share the pre race jitters with when we're all set up. Watching him swim before me calms my nerves, and passing each other on the bike and run encourages me to go just a little faster. And I look forward to running it in at the finish line knowing his smiling face will be there.
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