Maybe endurance sports are more encompassing than we realize. While it’s often recognized as a lifestyle, that point is really driven in when such an athlete has to pack their bags and hit the road. The socks are out, the water bottles are loaded, and special need bags are located within easy reach.

Flying to Kona wasn’t as much of a circus as it was flying out. The usual socks and tights were worn, but it was the analogies that were running rampant. In every airport line and even while seated on the plane, people were talking about their itineraries as if it were a triathlon. Apparently flying out of Kona was the swim segment. Relatively speaking, people’s “swim times” sucked being that that portion of their travel was the longest. Only those flying to Europe had decent “swim times.”
Once we arrived to “T2,” people were quickly wasting time, like most do in a real transition. Also like a real triathlon, people brought way too much stuff. Fortunately, no one carried on a 5-gallon bucket.
Similar to the bike segment, people were checking their watches and eating and drinking on a regular schedule. Granted, that is the best way to minimize the possibility of jet lag, but the choice of foods was what I found comical. Gels, bars, sports drink mixes/tabs. Really? Gels? Maybe a caffeinated gel is better than an airline’s coffee, but did they not get enough of that food on race day!? I relish the days when I don’t have to rely on gels, bars, and the similar. Don’t get me wrong, I love my PowerBar products, but I won’t touch them if I’m not working out.
That’s essentially where my fun ended, because I flew into Eugene on a plane completely absent of compression socks. However, the stewardess on that flight wore way too much perfume and each time she walked up and down the aisle, I was overcome with nausea. To all the women out there that have a favorite perfume, you’re likely putting on much more than you need. I know you want to smell like a flower bed exploded on you, but really, it’s a tad bit overwhelming.