Ironman Swimsuit Spectaculaavi | Julie Ann Gerhard

Kevin, startled, inhaled a pint of lake water, coughed, and then, inexplicably, grinned. He flipped onto his back and started a surprisingly smooth backstroke. Julie Ann had that effect on people.

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. Julie Ann Gerhard IRONMAN SWIMSUIT SPECTACULAavi

“The Pink Torpedoes!” Julie Ann cried. “Formation swimming! I love it! But listen up—there’s a rogue kayak at two o’clock. Go wide, then sprint. You’re not just racing the clock; you’re racing your own self-doubt!” Kevin, startled, inhaled a pint of lake water,