Why He Doesn’t Enter Ironman
One hundred twelve miles on a bike’s
more sitting than a hemorrhoid likes
and twenty-six miles on the run
will leave a joint or two undone —
even water’s rather risky
if not mixed with well-aged whiskey.
The Bard of Sherman Avenue
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