Post Race Refuel ("I look like a lion," Mr. Pinault says approvingly of this pic)
This morning, Mr. Pinault completed the Ludlow Boys and Girls Club sprint triathlon – that’s one-half mile swimming, 14 miles cycling, and 4 miles running. He finished in one hour, give or take forty minutes – an excellent time, considering he ad-libbed the cycling.
I tagged along, showing my support by hanging out near the transition area with my camera and my big mouth. For a while I stood next to a woman and her young children, who took turns ringing a cow bell. “I’m glad he stopped doing marathons,” she said to me after her husband ditched his bike and began his run. “I get such a kick out of watching triathlons. The transitions are, well, something to see.” A flash of despondency amid the bubbly cheerleader smile, and the cow bell tinkled on…
I was thrilled to see Team Hoyt compete in the event. I had to eat a banana to replenish the glycogen stores exhausted by the sheer inspiration of watching Dick push Rick across the finish line.
