Tri Bike! Tri Bike!

I did my first triathlon in 2003. For five years, I rode my trusty Specialized Sequoia — a bottom-of-the-line road bike that wasn’t even built for racing but rather for comfort and for rides like the MS150. But I was always hesitant to upgrade. After all, while a bike can make you a little faster, your legs can make you a lot faster. I didn’t want some fancy bike that my legs couldn’t keep up with. And I didn’t want to look like a fool going 14 mph on a fancy bike.

It wasn’t until last fall that I started thinking that I might finally be worthy of a tri bike. A beautiful, shiny, speedy tri bike, with its geometry designed specifically to make the transition to running easier and the lovely streamlined aerobars to help get in a less draggy position.

Yesterday I decided to buy myself a “little” happy-30th-birthday-to-me, I-got-my-first-paying-design-gig, I-got-my-tax-refund, I-had-a-kick-butt-first-tri-of-the-season, I-just-really-really-really-want-it present.

So I bought a tri bike. And it is awesome. I can’t stop looking at it. I can’t wait to ride it. And yet I’m stuck in my cert sim until 10:00 tonight! Pure torture, I tell you. Torture.