Today Ry and I went up to the North Country Triathlon to watch my friends and co-workers, Blair Cullen, Cory Smith and Matt Restivo compete in a brutal Olympic triathlon.  For those who’re inclined to care, this was one of the most brutal courses I’ve seen in awhile.  The bike seemed to carry athletes over a literal mountain and then circle back to have them run over it again.

Ry got a kick out of the race and I, well I felt a slight movement toward getting myself back into shape.  I’m not sure if that movement was because of all the talented athletes, the look on Ry’s face as he was so impressed by the athletes or the fact that my gut was actually scraping on the ground.

Perhaps these old legs have one more go-around…. we’ll see.