true 01 02

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, not a triathlete was stirring, not even a mouse. The compression tights were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that Gwen Jorgenson soon would be there.

The triathletes were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of energy chews danced in their heads. And Mama in her aero bars, and I in my swim cap, had just settled down for a long offseason nap.

Well, we gave it our best shot. Without further ado, we've compiled the year's best holiday gifts for the triathlete in your life.

Discuss This Article