Triathlons are tough
There is a fundamental reason I'm a sports reporter: because I wasn't good enough to actually play. I was reminded of this fact on a recent Sunday morning in Charleston, S.C., by way of a 67-year-old man in a unitard and two giggly 14-year-old girls.
I was on a remote road adjacent to James Island County Park, on my road bike, roughly halfway through the Charleston Triathon. I was five hours removed from filing for "SportsCenter" -- in Daytona Beach, Fla. -- and hadn't so much as ...
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