All the Marbles

This is it, for all the marbles. The gauntlet has been thrown down, the die is cast, the players are known. The winner will henceforth be known as The Rajah of Running, The Titan of Triathlon, The Big Blogger. Three will enter, only one will remain.

That's right, the 3 Musketeers will set aside friendship, fealty, and sweet words for a mano a mano a mano cagefight duel to the death bitter end. On a chance comment by Andrew, the budding bromance of one for all and all for one is now torn asunder. It is on.

Between now and February 13th (or 27th, depending on source, apparently Canadians use a different calendar, perhaps based on the 1,000 Inuit words for snow), the three of us will grunt, groan, and sweat our way through the 2 Minutes of Slurpees Burpees contest. The podium order:

1. Kovas
2. Chris K
3. Patrick

The explanation:

1. No explanation needed.

2. While he was voted one of the 2012 Endurance Hotties (no wait, that was me), Chris K  has suffered crushing defeat in the past and, celebrating his taper BQ at Surf City with an overabundance of adult beverages, will still manage to outdistance Patrick (ladies, rumor has it that he's commando under that toga, video coming soon!)

3. Patrick, while the youngest, strongest, and newest member to these death matches, is a triathlete. What this means, is that he is a force to be reckoned with when challenged by a single activity. However, most triathletes struggle when faced with multiple tasks, i.e., the transition. It will probably take him more than the minutes allotted to figure out the steps needed. Plus, finding, purchasing, and customizing a Burpee unitard is probably not realistic within the time parameters. Last but not least, it is unlikely that Patrick will receive, in time, permission to compete from his support crew: coach, massage therapist, psychotherapist, proctologist, etc.

Gentlemen, you killed my father, prepare to die.