Dew Athlete

Not mine

Well, only because I'm up running while the ground's still damp. I am though, entered in a duathalon during which I'll be running in support of my cycling partner, the Mighty Ross. Together we are The Gonzales Bros. and I expect that, despite not having a third Gonzales for the paddling arm, we'll make a splash. Ross is a formidable athlete and I'll be cast well in the shade by his power and grace but that doesn't daunt me too much and I'm plugging-on with my training. I'm running with my training mate and good-looker, Robyn, along the sands of the North beach each morning, so whether she's running in front of or behind me, I'm well motivated to perform. Already, I can feel my thighs chiseling. I think that's the correct term. Cramping maybe. A little of both. Tomorrow, I'll attempt to cast aside the zimmer and go au naturel.