Triathlon is stuff-intensive. The whole three-sportiness of it all, I guess.
Bike, bike shoes, helmet, sunglasses, running shoes, , tri top, tri shorts, bathing suit, goggles, swim cap, wetsuit, bike trainer,.
And that stuff is just the basics.
You get a little better, a little faster, a little more knowledgeable and now you want...no, you need..
a coach. those sweet zoot racing flats. a polar heart rate monitor (but not the cute girly one that you already got suckered into buying 'cause it was baby blue. no lap buttons on that p.o.s. this new one is big, black and kind of ugly, but actually functional for splits) oh, yeah, gotta have that garmin. Compression socks (that new coach is making your legs really sore.)
Your "triathlon drawer" starts to take over the entire closet. You consider in your imminent move making the extra closet in the master "just for workout stuff" okay, sweetie?
You're gonna need more room for....
Racing wheels. Road bike. Speed suit. Power meter. Aero helmet. Computrainer. Masters swimming. Compression tights.
Just kidding about those last few things....
As much as I would welcome all that stuff (oh yeah, you=me in this post.), I don't really think I've earned it yet. I am not fast enough.
I didn't get Copas ($100 cleats at the time) until I made the state soccer team. After playing for 11 years.
But, man, were those some sweet cleats.