It's Roger's fault that I got sucked into this adventure. His involvement isn't surprising, of course, but it does need to be explicitly stated.
In 2007, Roger called to say he was running a couple of short triathlons. Being the competitive guy I am, I thought it would be fun to race him. I didn't think the swim or bike would be a problem, but I decided to test run my ankles before committing to a race. I ended my test run 12 minutes after starting, less than a mile from a house, trying not to vomit on the side of the road. However, my ankles felt fine, so I committed to running the sprint. Actually, I ran two that year so I could justify the training. One race hardly seemed worth the effort.
You can read my play by play of the 2007 Mission Bay Triathlon in an earlier post.