"BOGs" almost die tri-ing

Most of you have probably heard of the Ironman Triathlon, but if you haven't, it was a race conceived of by a Navy Captain while stationed in Hawaii. The original race was linked to the Honolulu Marathon, and it served as the final leg of the 3 part race; participants were expected to cover a distance of 2.4 miles swimming, 115 miles of biking, and then finish with the marathon. Over the years, it has morphed into an international event with the winner being crowned the "Ironman", and with it comes the distinction of being one of the world's most fit athletes. It is the kahuna of triathlons, and their tag line...Swim 2.4 miles! Bike 112 miles! Run 26.2 miles! Brag for the rest of your life" is the truth. However, for a certain bunch of "BOGs", even a modified version of the infamous Ironman has its rewards.

For the last few years, one of the members of our "running group" and his wife have graciously extended the invitation to join them at their house on Chautauqua Lake. By design, the weekend is as much about fellowship with friends as it is about exercise. Ordinarily, the masses begin to convene late on Friday afternoon, and those arriving early may even get in some sailing or other water activity. However, the major focus for the athletic endeavors is on Saturday and early Sunday morning. Typically, there is a morning lake swim, followed by a run and/or bike, and then we finally enjoy a few deserved calories. As you can see, there is plenty of commotion to justify the nourishment.

By day's end, the "BOGs" have engaged in a swim, a bike, and at least a short run, which by my observations, qualifies us as having completed the three legs of any triathlon. Perhaps it isn't the Ironman, but for a group of "buff old guys", the distance and speed doesn't matter; it is more about our friendships than it is about the other stuff. Lance Armstrong has a book titled, "It's not about the bike", and for us it's not about the exercise. However, it is about survival of the fittest. We must be living on the edge because we will either die tri-ing or just keep from trying to die. Exercise has been our fountain of youth in many ways, but remind me, what are we doing next?