I Love Post Race Timberman

A). It’s over, and I feel great. Team Angry, Team Angry Jr, and Anger Management are all there. Hugs to my bro’s, sis, and family. Big gay hug to the BFF. Ice cold towel, fresh water, and a smile. We go over to the transition area, and just start to chill. The beer tent awaits. And now, the full effect of Team Angry hits me. We are 4 of the happiest bastards going right then.

2). My mom wants to get a picture of the team together. So we cluster together, and the strangest thing happens. 5 flashbulbs all go off at the same time. We have paparazzi. One guy comes over with a get well card for us to hold. It’s for one of his teammates who had something horrible happen to him last week, like a broken back, or skull. He’s getting picture cards from a bunch of the regulars, giving him a thumbs up. God, I hope he didn’t have a yeast infection. More people take our picture. Usually from behind. I have no clue why. Well….maybe I do.

Cow). The beer tent.
How much better does it get than to have a really good workout, followed by free beer, laughter, congratulations, and teams of nubile athlete women clamoring to get their pictures taken with Team Angry in full plumage?

Not very.

We ran into K’s BFF from the last race, who of course won the Clydesdale division this time. Great job yet again, Joe. I met a fromer NE Patriot who wants Team Angry to make a special appearance at another Tri in September. And we just hung out. I love this
$). Post race gear trading. Well, not exactly trading, since the owners are gone. There are seagullthletes swooping around transition area, which is almost empty, grabbing cool t-shirts before tomorrow's racers come in, and do the same thing. I think it’s a swimmer thing. There weren’t any CCCP sweats, or Bernal’s Gators towels, or Old Colony YMCA t-shirts out there, but I saw some happy thieves. (I’ll give you this Boston Marathon shirt for that Las Vegas triathlon – the size fits you better) Lost and Found, indeed.