IT'S A LOVE HATE THING

You o triathlon,

builder of egos and breaker of hearts ...

I hate it when you raise me up

I hate it more when you tear me down.

I hate it when you promise me glory

Then throw me to the ground.

I hate your 5 a.m. wake up calls

and swimming in the dark.

I hate your freezing cold swimming pools

and when I see a shark.

I hate it when its time to ride

and ride and ride some more.

How your gale-force wind is always there

that ain’t no Kona lore.

I hate the way you make me run

I hate it but it’s cool.

I hate the way you challenge me

Like I was back in school.

I hate the fact we cannot draft

Bike refs make sure of that.

I hate those cards of yellow and red

that whole penalty tent format.

I hate it when you make me laugh,

even worse when you make me cry.

But love that you made me an Ironman

then branded me till I die.

I hate it when you’re not around

after Kona’s race in the fall.

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,

not even close

not even a little bit

not even at all.

*Inspired from “10 Things I Hate About You”