When you look at the earliest photos of triathlon... ummm early as in 1976... you see that the britches worn by the men were Speedo briefs. These were the days before speedsuits, trishorts, and padding on the butt. Since the theme of the River Cities triathlon was the 60s I decided to leave my usual trishorts in the hotel room and go old school and don my Speedo briefs (without padding) for the race.
The last time I ran around the park in my underwear Lyndon Johnson was president and Batman was primetime TV. If this race was to celebrate the 60s you can bet your sweet bippy I was ready to show my Love American Style from the start.
All was good until the sun rose and shined on me. A blinding light bounced off of my thighs so bright it changed the migratory flight patterns of birds and jolted the international space station off its orbit. You see, from the knees down I'm tanned from the sun but above that it's a whole different scene.
Yeah, I got my share of curious (or were those disturbed?) looks but I didn't let them phase me.
On the run a young lady at a water station shouted to me, "Woo hoo! Nice pants!" (I love her.) A minute later I ran passed a training buddy and he shouted, "'Boomer, your shorts suck!" (Sigh... Daddy-o, digggggg... don't hate the playah, hate the game.)
'BoomerNation, check out the pics for yourself and tell me what you think. Speedo "Yes" or Speedo "No." But, be advised you may need sunglasses.
The Swim: Click Here
The Bike: Click Here
The Run: Click Here
(85 days to my first Ironman)