At the Altar of Liz

Six of us, in sundresses, stood on the Manhattan street corner post baby shower/tea.  Passersbys, if asked to guess what we were discussing, would have chosen baby stuff, boys, shopping or maybe evening plans.  They would have been wrong.  We were discussing triathlon in general and  Liz, the coach of three of us, specifically.  Eavesdroppers, if asked to guess what we were discussing, likely would have chosen  some new fangled  religion.  They wouldn't be quite right - not a religion, just a triathlon coach.  But, once you become accustomed to having thoughtful workouts planned for you, you do become quite devout.  And if coaching by Liz were a religion, I think I'd play the role of  Moses - having brought her to the group on the corner - except if triathlon Nirvana were hiding on top of a mountain I don't think I'd be the one chosen to find it.  I climb in constant fear of toppling over because I am THAT slow and I descend gripping the breaks in terror.  So, I need to think of a Divine messenger that finds the hidden message other than on the top of a mountain and analogize myself to him or her.  But I think you get my point.