As I sat on the beach today with only a 30 block smeared on, trying to get a season’s tan in one day (AND YES I am very aware of how bad that is for me!). BUT it was 95 degrees today; the cottage was hot, I was sweating doing nothing so I decided to brave it out and put on a bathing suit and head to the beach. It was about time since I haven’t been there once this year. Oh but I digress, slightly anyways (and yes I know there is no s on anyway but I like it that way).
So it is brutally brilliantly HOT and SUNNY – BUT there is a breeze at the shore and lots and lots of cold water to cool you down while you are baking yourself. However, in New York City it’s a whole other story especially if you are participating in a Triathlon!!
First of all in my opinion you have to be more than a little nuts to be a triathlete which is my way of saying “I could never be disciplined enough to train for it” and that’s okay because I don’t want to do it anyways.
First the athletes jumped into the Hudson River and right off the bat, I wouldn’t do that. Now I know the Hudson is one of New York’s cleanest rivers BUT I do believe that’s when they test the water up around the Catskills! So they swam 1500 meters and got out of the water at the 79th Street Boat Basin. Then onto the bike race – just a mere 40 kilometers; up the Henry Hudson Highway and down the Mosholu Parkway and then south on the Henry Hudson highway to 57th St and back north again to 79th Street. I am already exhausted from writing it. Not done yet. time to run – a 10 kilometer race that ends in Central Park. See I told you they were nuts.
The athletes come in all shapes, sizes, colors, ages- here are a few of the faces of triathletes and their biceps!
The Good Luck Kiss
Bottle of water, Banana and a Bagel - Triathlon Fuel
The Face of a Triathlete
The Face of a Triathlete
The Face of a Triathlete
The Face of a Triathlete
The Face of a Triathlete
The Face of a Triathlete
The Remains of the Day
All photos courtesy of Murray Head
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