Somewhere around five years ago, my wife decided that we were both getting out of shape, and before it got too late, together we'd have to put up a last stand against the ravages of time.

She started on an impressive self-improvement plan, with a goal of competing in a triathlon, and at least three times a week, she'd be out there running, swimming or biking. I wasn't that ambitious, but agreed I'd train alongside her. I had no desire to do an actual triathlon, but maybe I could lose a ...

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