What is it like living with a Mermaid? Well, this is my story about living with Debbie Meitz, Mermaid. As self-proclaimed King Triton of the merfolk, I have a lot to say about living with a Mermaid. Yes, I said self-proclaimed, because I have not received my official title from the head Mermaid, Helena Redshaw (Yes, I am still waiting).
Just like the comics, not all Mermaids know that they are special, until an event makes them come to fruition. Just like a caterpillar that builds its chrysalis, and then blossoms into a beautiful butterfly, so goes the same story with my Mermaid.
Let’s go back in time to see how this all unfolds.
First the earths cooled, and then…..wait that was a little too far back.
It was the year 2002, as landlubbers count their days. My Mermaid still had legs and did not know that her journey to being a full-fledged Mermaid was about to begin. Debbie decided to run the Disney Marathon that year, and so we started training. (I did not, and paid a price for it). This was the beginning of her transformation, unbeknownst to both of us. As time went on her transformation started slowly, and then in the year of 2009 her first set of gills started to show. She completed her first triathlon. Now, 25+ marathons later, and 3 (going on to #4) Ironman races later, she is full-fledged Mermaid.
Now, you are asking yourself, what in the world does any of this have to do with me living with a Mermaid. I am getting to that point, so hold on to your sea-horses.
My life as a merman (that’s short for underwater Sherpa) has been a wild ride. As for me, this is what I see every day. My Mermaid is much like a transformer. No matter what she is doing, she is a determined as a great white shark feeding. Unstoppable and will do what it needs to do, regardless of what is in its way. At the same time, graceful, witty, and beautiful as a bottle nosed dolphin. On the bike, she is much like being behind the SR-71 Blackbird airplane (which is the fastest piloted airplane in the world) . If you have ever ridden behind her, you know what I mean. Once she lays down into the aero bars on her bike (which is black just like the SR-71), God help you trying to keep up or draft off of her. Trust me, I know. I have been in that wash behind her and have been tossed aside like a rag doll. On the run, well, she is like a humming bird with a jet engine attached. She can run forever and not tire. She just keeps pushing on like there is no tomorrow.
I just sit at the bottom of the ocean watching two things happen. One is landlubbers try and keep up with her. Much to their surprise, they get sucked in and spit back out in tiny bits. Others stay back just far enough to ride the current and get pulled along with her.
I just stay out of her way, and carry all of her gear (See CrossFit does serve a purpose). It’s much like watching the inner workings of a very expensive Swiss watch. Everything moves as it should in perfect sync, and all the while it’s mesmerizing. I know that she has encouraged many merfolk and landlubbers alike during her transformation.
As a fair warning, stay out of her wake or you will wash up on shore like a bad shipwreck. She is a beautiful as she is strong. Do not let her beautiful smile fool you; the great white shark is always there on its mission, looking at the finish line.
So do what I do, sit back and watch as Mermaid Debbie conquers all obstacles. Weather in the water, on the bike or on land, she is unstoppable.
aka King Trition