Voyeristic Confessions

Tomorrow is a big day in the triathlon community:  Trisports open on Mill Avenue in Tempe.  If you've ever heard the saying 'location, location, location' then you know that parking a tri store on the corner of Rio Salado and Mill, smack dab where IM AZ finishes, is a BIG deal.  I'm excited to be joining the team at Trisports.  Come look for me next week and say hello.

But, alas, I digress.  All week long the new team has been assembling racks and merchandising product at the new store.  And out our front window looms 'A' Mountain-- here's a photo...

Can you spy it there on the left?  It has the big 'A' on it.  And Trisports is just a little more to the left on the other side of the Hayden Flour Mill stacks outside of the photo.

'A' Mountain is a pretty popular place to hike.  The pitch is steep but the distance is short. During the day as we've been working,  we've also been watching people walk up the steepest section of the trail, which is right outside the store windows.  And let me tell you, this is a prime people watching.


Day One of the store's unpacking,  an employee spotted a guy just bookin' it up the side of the moutain in full sprint mode.  We all cheered him on from inside the store as he was just killing it uphill in 110 degree weather.  You go guy!

Then, all of the sudden he started walking.  Then grabbed the side of a half wall. Then sat down.  Then finally laid down and possibly had a heat exhaustion situation going on.  Oh bummer, man.  Sorry that you tried to kill yourself in 110-degree heat and full sun exposure.  Thank heaven you were wearing a sweaty Camelback for optimal hiking hydration.  Glad you made it back alive.

And yesterday was another funny one: and old guy, shirtless, tan and skinny, arms flailing in the air holding Shake Weights as he tried to balance himself, his weights and his footing down the side of the mountain.  He zigged and he zagged, but he made it and I'm sure gave the ladies a little dose of eye candy for their daily pleasure.

Anywhoo, I'm just sayin', beware.  We're watching you out our plate glass windows.  If you're going to attempt uphill sprints in the heat of the day, just know that you've got a bunch of people either cheering you on or giggling as your shake your weights and your booty down the mountain.   It's a fun little perk of the job.  I can't wait til tomorrow.