Are you girl, woman or crone?
Can you walk, talk and chew gum at the same time?
Do you live anywhere near Orlando, L.A., Austin, Chicago, Denver, New England, Seattle or NYC?
Couldja get there?
Do you like material that wicks and watches that get wet?
Do you look fine in muscles?
Do you wish you did?
Do you have girlfriends?
Wouldja do anything with ’em?
Wouldja do anything for ’em?
Do you like challenge?
Do you like fun?
Wouldja like to see breast cancer get beat?
Are you healthy?
Do you wish you were?
Do you have a mother or daughter?
Wouldja like to see them strong and smiling?
Wouldja like them to see you that way? 
Have you ever crossed a finish line?
Do you wanna?

I just finished my sixth Danskin Triathlon in nine years and the only ones I regret are those three I missed. 

YOU should do the Danskin next year. You and your mom, sisters, girlfriends, daughters, friends or neighbors. Find a swimsuit that still has some elastic in it, pump up the ol’ bike tires and hit the trail. Women from 14 to 84 are doing it — I’ve seen ’em. And you should, too. 

You’ll be strong, happy,  inspired, giddy, proud, and all choked up. You’ll be a part of something very energized, very woman-power and very big. Even in this day and age, there is something really moving about seeing whole crowds of men — husbands, dads, brothers — cheering on 3,200 woman athletes. In front of our daughters and sons.

As they like to say on the Danskin circuit, You Go, Girl.