Still beneath the duvet covers having a laugh at one of my all time favourite correspondents and good friend Brian’s latest expose.
It’s in retaliation of my article written for Xterra. You could link there from right of this text, in the Twitter feed. Any, a day in Langebaan awaits. Long run this morning and open water swim later.
Enjoy the read:
“When are you triathlon guys going to stop calling it “lava rock”? Rock formed from cooled lava is termed Basalt. The Hawiians even have two names for different kinds of Basalt: Pahoy Hoy for the ropey looking kind and Ah Ah for the sharp klinky kind (I probably mispelled those names but that’s the general pronunciation). Pillow Basalt is formed when lava is extruded under water because it kinda cools like bunches of pillows. I suspect you triathlon guys are refering to Ah Ah since it is probably the scariest form of Basalt. You don’t call Granite “magma rock” do you? You don’t call Sandstone like one finds in Moab “sand dune rock” do you? You don’t call Shale “clay rock” do you? I suppose a geologist could look at triathlon and come up with his own terms for things, such as the aquatic locomotion stage, the mounted two wheeled mechanical contraption stage, and the urgent distressed bipedal stage. Oh, I’m just having some fun with your new
position as expert event prognosticator. You did a fine job, although chances are you will be wrong. Some things are for certain: someone will win and then there will be a big party afterwards where folks will wear outrageous costumes – something you resolved to be prepared for this year. And where are you exactly?
This is the time of year when ocean swells travel 2000 miles southwest from the gulf of Alaska, groomed to perfection by the journey, to meet warm, dry Santa Ana winds blowing west off the desert east of Southern California. The result is fluid magic, as it was for me a few hours this morning. It just doesn’t get any better. Some day you may know the true meaning of the word Lekker.
Don’t be too bummed out this weekend, your day will come. Someone has arranged a ticket for me at a U2 concert at the Rose Bowl, I think it involves some back stage arrangement. There may be a pattern developing here. I am not the biggest fan but the scene should be interesting. I might rather be racing on the “lava rock.”
I miss you.
Brian”
You’re too good Brian. Made my day. Thanks for the lesson, can’t guarentee I’ll recall any of it till breakfast, but good to have it making me feel enlightened right now…
Enjoy the show. So envious. Photos as evidence please.
