Tales of a leg-shaving triathleteMarch 17, 2008
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I did it it.
I had been thinking about it for a little while, but finally sucked it up and took the plunge this weekend. For the record, no, I didn’t do it with some grand expectation of shaving off seconds (or even minutes) on race day, or secretly expecting to have some sexy ripped legs under all that hair (although that wouldn’t be so bad). I didn’t even really care about taking care of the inevitable road rash or making my legs easier to massage after a workout. I decided to take the leap in the shower this weekend as a way of getting a daily dose of training motivation beyond the regular 2 week boost I get after registering for another race.
I’ve also been batting with this idea of actually starting to consider myself as an “athlete” instead of just another guy who works out a lot and does a few races every year. In some weird backwards way this is almost my way of taking that leap from gym rat/runner/recreational cyclist to a full fledged “endurance athlete.”
So, after some deliberation and ensuring myself that leg hair is not what makes me a man, I collected some supplies, and went at it. Thankfully I had prepped with some good advice from the all-wise SteveinaSpeedo.
I did the best I could with the trimmer before I lathered up and used the razor. I never thought I was really all that hairy, but as my beard trimmer sputtered and coughed all the way up my leg, I had began to think otherwise. It may just be because it is a few years old, but that thing is clearly on its last legs. It practically sparking and smoking as it tried to slice its way through all the hair.
After I did the best I could with the trimmer, and was left with two legs full of stubble, I finished up with the razor. It was then that I started to realize how long of a process this was. I had been in the bathroom for at least 20 minutes already, and was still pretty hairy and prickly!
“Damn, I hope it doesn’t take this long every time!”
Now, a day later, I’m still finding little hidden hairs along my quad or on the side of my ankle that I somehow missed. Clearly I’m not too good at this leg shaving thing just yet, but I was happy just to have somehow made it through without slicing up my legs and ending up a big bloody mess.