A triathlete’s best friend

I LOL’ed soon as I saw this everyone get nervous before a big race!

I AM a TriAthlete

I never imagine I would get used to getting in and out of a porta-potty like if were walking into the most amazing place. Well, of course, it is clearly not the most amazing place, but come race morning butterflies start rambling around, your digestive system decides to deliver the results of your breakfast, and all that water you’ve been drinking to maintain yourself hydrated before the swim start kicking in. At that moment, a porta-potty can become a triathlete’s best friend.

When you get into this sport, you need to leave behind your girlie fashions and be happy with putting your socks on feet filled with sand, with mounting a bike all wet, with hair all tangled or just puffed up, legs marked with grease from your bike, get bitten by mosquitoes, getting the most terrible tan you can ever imagine, and many, many other things you can imagine…

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