In my 20s, I was an aspiring pro male cyclist. To pursue my racing dreams, I moved to Colorado and would race and train 3-5 hours a day. While it’s a lot of working out, it’s a lot of down time, and being a 20 something fit guy, you’re constantly looking for good trouble and better pussy. I’d hang out at the bike shop, coffee shop, the park, the pool, wherever people were at. At the pool was where I met Jenna (not her real name).
Jenna was already a pro triathlete. She had long blonde hair, lean and toned, 5’7”, 130lbs and you could see her thigh, shoulder, abdominal muscles. Not a 6 pack or overly muscular. She was at the pool a lot doing laps and as an athlete, I wouldn’t hit on her there. I noted her backpack had some sponsor patches and figured out she must be a triathlete. I made note of which bike and clothing sponsors she had cause I’m a bike nerd.