So I signed up for a triathlon around Haglake.

God, why do you do that stuff?

I guess I have an ultimate goal.

And it scares me.

To lose your knees?

Is that your goal?

So I signed up for this thing because it was like, all right, it's a reasonable distance.

And I could probably do that.

And I didn't like read anything outside of just kind of the distances and the location.

And so I, you know, I paid enough money.

Yeah.

Enough money to make it very painful to then read later where they're like, oh,

hey, you need a mountain bike only for this.

And I don't have one.

I have a street bike that I got gifted to me from my dad and a hybrid bike.

And it turns out, as I looked this up, I'm like, well, hybrid bikes, mountain bike enough

fish, you know, like, it's a hybrid.

It's the best of both.

Turns out they're very much like, no, you need a mountain bike.

Okay.

So I had to go to my wife because it's like, well, either I refund this, uh, or get, don't refund. There's no

refunds, uh, whatsoever. So either I'm out, uh, almost 200 bucks or I have to pay

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