Julie - Ann Gerhard Ironman Swimsuit Spectaculaavi

Helen looked up at Julie Ann, shivering. “Was I last?”

When a man named “Chad” tried to quit at the turnaround buoy, she simply removed her rhinestone visor, held it to her heart, and said into the bullhorn, “Chad. Your mother didn’t raise a quitter. She raised a man who paid nine hundred dollars to be here. Now finish the swim so you can suffer on the bike like everyone else.” Julie Ann Gerhard IRONMAN SWIMSUIT SPECTACULAavi

The first swimmer approached the dock, a pale, shivering man named Kevin whose shoulders had already seized up. He looked like a drowning otter. Helen looked up at Julie Ann, shivering

She stood on the VIP dock, a vision in a custom-made, rhinestone-encrusted swimsuit that could only be described as “Spectaculaavi.” The suit was a gradient of electric pink to solar flare yellow, with a thigh-high cut so daring it made the lifeguards blush. A matching visor, glittering like a disco ball, shielded her eyes. She looked less like a triathlon fan and more like the ghost of an ‘80s aerobics champion sent to haunt the lake. She raised a man who paid nine hundred dollars to be here

“Kevin!” Julie Ann shrieked, reading the name written on his arm in permanent marker. “You are a magnificent sea creature! That water is not your enemy; it is your liquid courage! Up, up, up, stroke!”

Kevin, startled, inhaled a pint of lake water, coughed, and then, inexplicably, grinned. He flipped onto his back and started a surprisingly smooth backstroke. Julie Ann had that effect on people.

She blasted the air horn. BRRRRAAAAAP!