Julie Ann Gerhard Ironman Swimsuit Spectaculaavi -

The sisters veered, dodged the kayak, and high-fived each other in the water.

“Alright, team,” Julie Ann announced to the five bewildered volunteers she had commandeered. “The first wave is out. We have exactly fourteen minutes before the age-groupers hit the first buoy. I need the ‘GO JULIE’ sign at twelve o’clock high, and the air horn primed for the crying guy in the neon-green cap. He looked like he needed encouragement.” Julie Ann Gerhard IRONMAN SWIMSUIT SPECTACULAavi

Next came a pair of sisters from Minnesota, both wearing matching pink caps. They were laughing, which in the grim world of the IRONMAN swim start was akin to a miracle. The sisters veered, dodged the kayak, and high-fived

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. We have exactly fourteen minutes before the age-groupers

She blasted the air horn. BRRRRAAAAAP!

“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!”

For three hours, Julie Ann Gerhard ruled her ten-foot section of the dock. She had a playlist on a waterproof Bluetooth speaker (survivor’s “Eye of the Tiger” on repeat). She had a stack of dry towels she threw like victory bouquets. She had a bullhorn with a voice distortion setting that made her sound like a kind, slightly deranged robot.