Gone But Not Forgotten

Hello, loyal fans (all two of you)! It’s been a while, I know, but that’s what happens when actual work gets in the way of updating my hobby blog that doesn’t help pay my bills. Oh well. I’m back now, with a goal to keep this darn thing updated more often.
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Mediocre Athlete Receives Fan Mail!

Thus far, Mediocre Athlete has been lovingly read by a whopping dozen or so people: me, Jason, Jason’s parents, Jason’s aunt and uncle, our trainer, and some training buddies. In a nutshell, our readership consists of a handful of people who know us in person. This is unsurprising — it’s not like we expect a giant devoted following of people who eagerly await our posts about how sore our asses are after long rides or how much we stink after lake swims.

Thus, imagine my surprise when I received this email a few days ago:
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Welcome to a Whole New Level of Mediocrity

After a freshman season of triathlon races, countless skipped workouts, and entirely too many late night pizza deliveries, MediocreAthlete.com has finally arrived. This site will serve as a diary of sorts for two casual athletes as they experience the joys of long workouts, grueling ice baths, soggy runs in Capitol Hill, smelly swims in Greenlake, numerous bike mechanical failures, diving headfirst onto snowy mountains, tripping on trails, and everything in between. We’ll do our best to provide updates on our workouts, race reports, and anything else we can share in an amusing, self-deprecating manner.

We hope you enjoy living vicariously through our misery. (Hey, someone’s gotta…)

 
  • Rebecca: It’s all thanks to you, T! Every PR I’ve had and every warm fuzzy feeling and sense of...
  • teresa: Dedication and consitent training pays off and you are a prime example!!! So proud of you and hope all...
  • Rebecca: Water water everywhere…
  • Sara Keogh: Yeah, I kept wishing they had miscalculated the sprayers and that they would reach to the road. It was...
  • Rebecca: You could have dove under one of the 18,000 fruit trees along the course. At one point I considered running...