Steve in a Speedo recently posted a list of 85+ reasons of how to tell if you are a triathlete. I am reposting the list below and taking a cue from Steve by bolding the ones that apply to me. Which ones are true for you?? Enjoy!
- When asked, how old you are you answer 20-24.
- When asked how long your training was today you answer: three to four hours.
- Your training is more limited by available time then how far you can run.
- Your first thought when you wake up is how high your rest HR is.
- You go for a run even though there’s a thunderstorm and you enjoy being wet and dirty.
- You think it’s natural to do your ‘business’ behind a tree in the woods.
- You go for a 5 km cool-down run after a 5 km race just so that you can call it a training session.
- You consider work “regeneration time” between training sessions.
That “something hard” between your legs is usually a pull buoy.
You have a water bottle when you drive your car.
You’ve forgotten how to drink out of cups.
You spend your 2 weeks annual vacation at a training camp.
You know inside out how much Protein each energy bar has.
You seriously consider applying for citizenship in Tonga, Jemen or Tschad so that you can participate in the Olympic games.
People praise you for being able to run 15 miles, but you feel insulted.
In the summer your legs are smoother than your girlfriend’s.
In the winter your legs are still smoother than your girlfriend’s.
You need a picture for a job application and you only have race pictures.
You use running T-shirts to clean your bike.
That charming "cologne" you wear to work is chlorine.
You take more showers in a locker room than at home.
6:30 am is “sleeping in.”
The dog runs and hides when you get the leash.
You think there are only two seasons during the year: racing and off.
You shave way too many body parts for a guy.
You can’t change the oil in your car but you can completely rebuild your bike in 45 minutes.
You spend more $ on training and racing clothes then work clothes.
- Nothing like an lunch swim followed by a two hour rest at work and then back out on the pavement for a run
You spend 7 days going to 8 stores in 4 towns before buying a pair of running shoes but you take 1 afternoon to go to 1 car dealership and walk out with a new car 4 hours later.
When you see some lady watering her flowers and ask her if you can borrow the hose for a minute so you can fill up your water bottles.
You clean your bike more often than your car.
You’ve been stung be a wasp or bee in your mouth but carried on running or cycling because "your split times won’t go down by themselves."
- I really don’t have to buy work clothes though, so that is my excuse
Your car smells like a locker room.
You have everything needed in your car to be swimming, biking or running with 5 minutes notice.
When asked to mow the lawn in 90 degree heat, you say that it’s too hot to do that (and you mean it) and then an hour later you go on a century ride because it’s so nice out.
You tell your co-workers that you are going to "do a long brick" on Saturday and just expect that they know what you are talking about.
When a co-worker asks if you are racing this weekend, you say "yeah, but I’m just running a 10k, so that is not REALLY a race".
You consider you bike saddle your "couch."
You consider Clif Bars as one of the four food groups.
You are sick to your stomach at 2:00 in the morning and check the back of the Pepto Bismol bottle for caloric content and grams of carbohydrates, fat and protein.
You have plenty of water bottles, safety pins, and t-shirts.
You have trouble keeping lunch under 2000 calories.
You usually wake up at 4:00 in the morning but do not get to work until way after 9:00.
You like going swimming the day after a race with the permanent penned number still visible on your legs and arms because the feel like a medal.
Your car has at least one Power Bar wrapper and two sets of work out clothes!
You have a $3000 bike strapped on top of your $1500 car.
Your laundry continually smells like someone locked the cat in overnight.
Instead of Marie Clare, People, and Cosmo, you have piles of Runner’s World in your bathroom.
You leave your apartment or house in the morning with your swim bag on one arm, bike on one shoulder, a change of clothes in another bag, and your running stuff in another bag in case you can get away at lunch for a workout.
You wave at other cyclists, because all triathletes are friendly and if they are not, they are probably purist cyclists trying to get into triathlons and they do not know that triathletes are friendly.
You have not one, not two, but three permanent chain ring scars on your right calf. \
You are walking along a street and you signal left.
You have far more pairs of shoes in your closet than your non-tri wife does in hers.
The one "suit" you own has “Orca” written on the chest.
You wear your heart rate monitor during sex….
…and you keep within the right HR zone.
You hear "T2" and don’t think of the film.
When "foreplay" is 15 minutes on a turbo trainer.
Your living room has the "swim pile" and the "bike pile" and the "run pile" and the "weight room pile" and you pick and choose kind of like a cafeteria on your way out the door.
Your kitchen cupboards are organized into "protein", "carbs" and "etc."
Your company announces mandatory unpaid shutdown days – every other Friday throughout the summer – in order to cut costs and stay in business. Your response is "Great – now I can do two long workouts on the weekends and still have an easy day."
Your 8 year old comes home with the school record for the mile and says he took it out in a nice pace he could hold… everyone else died.
You can ask your mom and your sister and all other girlfriends for shaving advice…
…no wait, THEY ask YOU for advice!
You say that you went to a race last weekend, and somebody responds "running or biking" and you are again forced to explain.
You wear your bathing suit under your work clothes to make a fast transition from work to swim on your lunch hour.
You show up at the neighborhood pool on your bike in a Speedo and embarrass your teenage daughters.
Your idea of fast food is a Powerbar and Gu.
Somebody hands you a cup of water and you have to restrain yourself from pouring it on your head.
You catch yourself about to blow a snot rocket while walking around the office.
You have no FRIGGIN idea what to do with yourself on your off day.
You feel like you took the day off because all you did was swim 3000 meters then go for a short run.
At any given moment you know exactly where your heart rate monitor and your swim goggles are, but cannot remember where you left you car keys. (turns out 90% of the time they are in your bike bag)
When non-racer friends tell you they ran/rode, you automatically calculate their pace to see if you’re still in better shape.
Cars pass you on the road when you’re driving and you either drop back to get out of draft zone or speed up to attack!
You have no trouble converting mph into kmph.
You’ve stopped buying high-heels because your feet are too swollen from long runs to fit in them anyways.
While your less athletically-inclined girlfriends are gorging themselves on plates of lettuce, you’re occupying yourself with a plate of pasta and chicken (white meat, of course.)
Having a period has become less of a nuisance since menstrual cramps don’t feel that bad when you’re hunched over a bike.
You’ve stopped wearing dangly earrings because they just get in the way when you’re ripping off your clothes to squeeze "just one more" workout into your already cramped schedule.
Your girlfriends are insanely jealous of your tan legs. Until they realize that the tan stops at your bike shorts.
You’ve given up trying to go on training runs/rides with your boyfriends because they don’t take it too well when you kick their butt.
A female friend gets a new bike and tells you that it’s a really pretty shade of blue…
…you get a new bike and can tell her the chain ring ratios.
When checking out people on the street, your friends notice eyes, hair, build…
…you notice if they have shaved legs, if they have runners/bikers legs, and if they’re wearing a race t-shirt.
(from Beth:) When you keep your nails trimmed so you can put on your wetsuit without tearing it.
(from Marit:) The "Check Engine" light comes on in your car and you ignore it for a few weeks. But AS SOON as something feels "off" or goes awry with your bike, you bring it into the shop ASAP.
- Not the mouth, but experienced the middle-of-the-ride-sting
- My Check Engine light has been on for years