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I still remember standing on a beach at 6:45 in the morning, wetsuit half-zipped, watching two hundred strangers stretch and fidget while a race director shouted instructions I only half heard. My heart rate was already at marathon pace and I hadn’t touched the water yet. That was my first triathlon, and I made almost…

Buying your first triathlon bike is a strange experience. You walk into a shop or open a browser tab expecting a straightforward purchase, and instead you’re bombarded with talk of stack height, Di2 groupsets, and aero cockpits that cost more than your first car. I’ve been coaching age-groupers for over a decade, and the question…