I had no idea triathlons were such a sexy sports genre. No really. I didn’t. My interpretation of a triathlon was, um, wait a second while I rack my brain…OH! Three events! Endurance events, usually swimming, cycling and running. Knowing that, thoughts of triathletes are rarely sexy, composed of sinewy muscles, an abnormal sense of determination to complete a wholly useless task. But I guess I was wrong.
These are some of Triathlete Magazine and Triathlon Magazine’s covers. Oh la-la! A swim suit edition! Sweet. But this chick's boobs are obviously too big to be a competitive-anything. 
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What are these girl’s tri-events? Endurance fasting? Competitive tanning? Makeup application stamina?
And this one, WTF, mate? ”The Sex Issue”? Are you kidding? I don’t think triathletes have sex. And sexy triathlons? Unless the triathlon consists of stripping, modeling lingerie, and wet t-shirt contest, it’s not sexy. This girl looks like she’s modeling for a less classy and extremely cheap Playboy knock-off. She doesn’t even have muscles. I bet if you asked her jog across the room she’d faint.
I’d be appalled, but really, I’m just fascinated. This is a triathlete, easily recognized by the aerodynamic hair cut, body composition that resembles muscle atrophy, the stern look of determination and androgynous physique. 
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No way! It's all good girl! I was feeling chatty I guess; I seem to always play the devils advocate too, I loved your post! I always like reading your blog! : ) |