Activating the Anti-X

Regular readers are familiar with our buddy, Racer X. The guy loves to talk about himself, his over-training, his pricey equipment, and the million reasons why his lackluster results are not his fault.

I've been meaning to "Activate" a friend. Because I know he'd rather not be mentioned by name, I'll call him "Anti-X." He's the guy who shows concern for others and only reveals his impressive resume if you ask specific questions like: "What was your time in the Ironman?" Even then, his honest response might be "I'm not sure." And by the way, it was a top-10 finish, but you'd have to look up the results because he would never mention it.

The Anti-X's are in it because they love the feeling of swim-bike-run. They leave the watch at home, don't replace their fork every two months when a lighter version comes out, and possess a childlike exuberance when freed from their otherwise over-achieving careers or studies. Don't mistake enthusiasm for recklessness or unpreparedness. Anti-X's do their homework and have done their research.

Anti-X is old-school work ethic mixed with a pure love for the feeling of movement. Accolades are stored neatly in a shoebox.

For the approach, attitudes, and abilities, I Activate the Anti-X.