Apparently my family finds exercise addicting.
Kind of like potato chips. Without the fat. And the salt. And the taste.
My sister and her husband have been active exercisers for years. Running, swimming, biking. Marathons even.
My brother started biking this summer, lost more than 50 pounds and has now completed a few triathalons. He’s also completed a century ride. That’s 100 miles. Yikes.
My daughter was bit by the bug after doing a relay triathalon with my brother in Virginia. He swam and biked, she ran the 5K. She is signed up to do the Polar Bear Triathalon in May.
My younger brother John has not yet been
coerced recruited to join us in our exercise escapades. But he is about to be a dad for the first time so we are cutting him some slack. For now.
So the Polar Bear Tri next May will be a real family affair. My daughter, my brother, my sister, her husband, his sister and her husband.
Oh. And me. Almost forgot :)
Can’t blame a girl for trying, can you?