How does a hermit writer and dedicated sloth get made a Team Manager for a triathlon squad prepping to go to the Pacific Games? I’m not quite sure.
What I do know for sure is that my car is now full of gear that I never needed a few months ago. Like goggles, swim caps, BandAids, protein bars, energy gels, spare towels, running shoes of different sizes (for kids who show up to training shoeless. Cos their cousin borrowed the one pair of running shoes in their family.) Extra socks. Hair ties. For girls with massively thick long hair that persists in getting in the way of biking and swimming, hair that’s so thick it keeps breaking all the hair ties known to humankind. Pads for blood that shows up when triathletes werent expecting it to. Bottles of water. Clipboards. Time recorder sheets.
