In May, I have two race weekends back-to-back (Olympic-long sprint). The Olympic is an A race for me, the sprint is for-fun since it’s a local favorite. In the end, I decided to do it as a relay with two of my favorite guys, Jeff and Nigel.
But, dear Internets, we need a team name. Suggestions being thrown around right now include things like “Friends With Benefits” (WTF?), “The Bald and The Beautiful,” “Chest Nuts,” and “I’ve Got a Rash.” Suffice it to say, I suggested that my lovely bloggy peeps could provide more ideas…
And so here are the teammates, that you must manage to somehow typecast into one title…
Nigel. Swims like a fish, bikes like a sweaty Englishman, runs like…wait, I’ve never actually seen Nigel run. Wants the swim leg of the relay so he can start drinking earlier than the rest of us. Prone to embarrassing outbursts in quiet restaurants and owner of a shamelessly unfiltered mouth.
Jeff. Swims like a wounded buffalo, bikes like a mountain goat, runs like a cheetah (fast, for short distances). Wants the bike leg because he once spent 20 minutes swimming the 400 yards of his only sprint triathlon. No, really, because he doesn’t want Nigel to be too many beers ahead of him. Prone to dropping his wife on steep climbs and making good use of pace booty on the run.
The resident Ironman. Loves to run. Still thinks the marathon part of Arizona was the fun part. Wants to run because…likes to run! And because the boys are so cute when they are drunk. Prone to inappropriate public display of hot pink compression socks.
I know you’re all very creative, let us have it!