And for forty-seven-year-old Julie Ann Gerhard, it was her cue.
She wrapped her own dry towel around Helen’s shoulders. Then she stood up, struck a final, dramatic pose that made a nearby volunteer drop his stopwatch, and pointed to the bike transition. Julie Ann Gerhard IRONMAN SWIMSUIT SPECTACULAavi
The sisters veered, dodged the kayak, and high-fived each other in the water. And for forty-seven-year-old Julie Ann Gerhard, it was
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. The sisters veered, dodged the kayak, and high-fived