140.6: “Popping up like weeds recently on little white bumperstickers belonging to egotistical masochists, this number represents the number of miles triathletes traverse in their feat of insanity. (For the mathematically challenged, that’s swimming 2.4 miles, biking 112 miles, and running 26.2).”
Thank you, urbandictionary.com for the unbiased explanation and breakdown.
I find the whole idea of putting your body through endless hours of movement rather confusing. Isn’t running 26.2 miles in one day enough? Who chooses chooses to add another 112 miles of cycling and 2.4 miles of swimming?
Masochistic, perhaps, but that person has grit.
Grit is good. You want grit on your team. I admire grit. I did something like this once at camp. Perhaps, not as physical as the 140.6, but I entered a rocking chair contest. I rocked and rocked for eight hours without a break, just so I could win a record album, “Bo Donaldson and the Heywoods. “Billy, Don’t Be A Hero” was on it. It was worth it to me. I loved Bo Donaldson. Can you see why?
It was his outfit. No, his hair. No, wait, his tan face and white teeth. All I know is I loved and played that album all summer long. It was worth it. When I returned to camp the following year, I entered the rocking chair contest again. This time no one challenged me. I just had to beat my old record. I won a double album sponsored by the Army Reserves, with an recruiter telling us to sign up for the Army in between each song.
Question authority always, but don’t question what you like. We all have something we do that makes no sense to someone else. Do it anyway. That’s my new mantra.
“Do it anyway.”