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| George Worrell |
 We call George the ham man, but that wouldn't do his tri talent any iota of justice. More than the driving force behind his family's business, George is a stellar talent in our midst. He wont' tell you that many moons ago her raced pro and we all know he still could without his workweeks. This year he shined at the White Lake Half Ironman, winning the second weekend with a solo effort, showing no signs he did the same race one week earlier! And he still had the energy to drink good beer with fellow team members after both races- now THAT'S a role model!
Starting triathlons at a young age, George brings to the team 16 years of racing experience. Always in the mix at the front of the pack, George's passion for longer, more difficult tasks makes him a formidable team member. Take a look at his race schedule, the distances, the dates, and see if YOU could fathom the task! Like start with the Mt. Mitchell 40 mile trail run with exhausting vertical gains, then follow it a week later with the Umstead trail marathon. Then do both White Lake 1/2 Tri's, a week apart.
We are excited to have George on the team, and cannot wait to watch his season unfold. |
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It was so long ago that I barely remember being driven to my first triathlon. I was driven there because at the time I was 15 and only had a permit. My dad was cool with letting me drive junior high girlfriends home in his car with only a permit, but he thought the 90 miles from Goldsboro to Surf City might be pushing it. I entered the Surf City Sprint Triathlon on a suggestion from my good friend CC Wilkins, who very well may be the original triathlete in NC. CC would see me endlessly running around the YMCA until the staff would finally kick me out at 10 pm. I was there for swim practice, but would stay and play hours of basketball, mostly because it was so much more fun than doing homework. I guess my parents figured that if I wasn’t at the library, the Y was a pretty safe alternative, considering all my friends were smoking at the “cool” hangout that was sadly the local Burger King parking lot. The only reason I joined the swim team was because the prettiest girl in my high school was on it. She was a grade above me, and really fast (in the pool!). But I was able to improve enough to finally swim in the lane next to her, which was my ultimate lifetime swimming goal. In addition to swimming and playing a lot of soccer, I started running with my Dad when I was 8. He was training for marathons, so I would just start running the first mile with him. This led to some local 10K’s and such, but all these activities were really for the sole purpose of being in the best shape for tennis. As soon as my sister and I were conceived, Dad moved our family into a house next to a park that had a dozen tennis courts. Even though my sister and I were provided cozy beds and hot food at home, those courts are where we really grew up. We had no idea what video games were, or which TV shows our friends were always discussing. And in lieu of sleep-over’s and Saturday morning cartoons, my parents were endlessly driving us to junior tennis tournaments all over the place. So when I arrived at UNC my freshman year and found my way to the Varsity Tennis tryouts, my triathlon journey officially began, as I was quickly dismissed. For some reason the coach wasn’t all that impressed with my wind-sprint capabilities, and apparently was more interested in the top national players he had been recruiting for the past 10 months.
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