You Might Be a Triathlete...

Although I may be the only person I know who doesn't find Jeff Foxworthy mind-numbingly unfunny with a voice that sounds like ten-penny nails scraping a chalkboard, I may also be the only person I know who, from time to time, can identify with some of his low-brow humor hitting a bit close to home. Anyway, I digress, trying to rationalize the guilty pleasure that is blue collar comedy.

Jeff Foxworthy's claim to fame was his series of books and routines about "you might be a redneck". A few examples...

If you've ever used a hunting license as a form of ID, you might be a
redneck.
If you've ever done your Christmas shopping at a rest stop, you might be a
redneck.
If your screen door doesn't have a screen, you might be a redneck.
If you've ever had a black eye and a hickey at the same time, you might be
a redneck.

Some not all, hit close to home. In the above set, the screen door would be one that would make me say, "What? That's not such a big deal is it?"

I ponder from time to time about the oddities of the mulitsport participant (I stop short of using "multisport athlete" as I include myself in the group) that make us just as odd a subculture as the rednecks. In the coming days, look for installments in this series.

For today, here's the first, and perhaps my favorite.
If you've ever found yourself getting aero while pushing a shopping cart, you might be a triathlete.