Triathlon shitlording So I did a triathlon today (humblebrag, much?) and as fucking always these days there are a few porkers 'competing' as well. None of them can swim (check out Ragen Chastain about her DNS Ironman), so most just competed in the "supersprint triathlon" (250 meters swim), and I didn't see any of them until we started on the biking leg (they started sometime before us).  I tell you, few things feels better than cruising past some huffin' and puffin' obeast (riding some overly expensive, not fitting bicycle), maybe giving the fuckers a little grin as you pass.  But it gets better. This triathlon event also had a separate run-only race, you know for families and whatnot. Now, as us triathletes came in to the stadion and started running, a lot of those that ran that race wasn't finished yet (and we ran the same route as they). The fun thing is that these people started running before we started swimming, as well as there being quite a few doing the supersprint that wasn't finished yet. A lot of those 'runners' (most waddled/jogged) were, of course obeasts.  Passing those fuckers on my way to the finish line, listening to their pained oinks and huffs felt just oh so wonderful.