Against all odds, I signed up for
My very first triathalon
I wasn’t prepared, I wasn’t ready
But, believed this was going to be fun.

I had a bike, some new swim goggles
And a speedo bathing cap
I wasn’t a swimmer, a biker or runner
But, didn’t see any problem with that.

The starting gun fired, they went into the water
I was expected to jump in, too
I joined in, swimming along
But, quickly began turning blue.

We were expected to swim out to a buoy
Go around it and head back to shore
I swam along, as fast as I could
But, soon exhausted my energy store.

The other swimmers got on their bikes
And, were already peddling away
I heard the crowd, as I got close to shore
“Come on, you can do it” they’d say.

Once on the bike, again I was slow
But, continued to peddle my TREK
Up and over the mountainous hills
Doing my best to avoid having a wreck.

After completing the run, and being stung by a bee
I had achieved the slowest of times
But, I finally did, what I came there to do
I had crossed the finish line.


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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

4 thoughts on “THE LAST TRIATHLETE”

  1. You narrated the event so beautifully.. loved the end.. But, I finally did, what I came there to do
    I had crossed the finish line.. so nicely put ☺️

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