I drank the Cytomax.

It was a little over a year ago that I became a triathlete. It has in many ways felt akin to joining a cult. It all started by listening to Simply Stu’s and Iron Kahuna and Iron Wil’s podcasts. My leaders. I hung on their every word. I absorbed all kinds of reading about the triathlete way.

Suddenly, I found myself spending all my money on triathlon garb. And spending more and more time with my triathlete friends – the other believers. We often get together for swim workouts, long bike rides, runs and races. It feels right being with them.

Naturally, any member of a cult tries to recruit others, including this USAT cardholder. I started talking to complete strangers about it on trail runs, in the gym, or the grocery store. I told my friends about it, too. They all looked at me like I was certifiably nuts. “Why would you wanna do that?” they’d ask. They just don’t understand.

Now that I’m here, I’ve found more peace than I’ve had in years. It can’t be undone. There’s no point in trying to de-program me.

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