Yes, it's true. My not-so-secret triathlon crush is Craig "Crowie" Alexander. Stuart indulges my harmless little fantasy because I tell him it's partly because he reminds me of what Stuart probably looked like twenty years ago. We have his poster hanging in our basement, and I went ga-ga when I got to say "Good luck, Craig" as he walked past me at the start of the 70.3 World Championships last year. And I almost swooned when he smiled and said "thanks". I mean, let's face it, the guy's seriously hot.
So, that in mind, you can imagine how excited I was yesterday evening as I watched him come off the bike in 11th place, and just churn through the miles of the marathon solidly picking off his competition. And in the end he won the Ironman World Championship! He looked stronger at mile 25 than many folks look at mile 1 of that race. My cousin Billy and some of his swim teammates arrived shortly before Crowie crossed the finish line, and so they had no choice but to watch it with me. I was as excited as if my team just won the Super Bowl. Seriously, since this is the Super Bowl of triathlon.
Now I'm off to enjoy my Sunday, motivated by all those awesome athletes out along the Queen K and Ali'i Drive yesterday.
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