Triathlon

Remember how I was going to do a triathlon? I even joined a gym, took an adult swim class, and was really training. I had to put that little goal on hold since Baby #3 decided to come.

M decided that he would do it instead of me. I was really jealous at how quickly M was able to get the swimming down. He didn’t do a lot of training but apparently just enough for the event. For the race each participant had to swim (open ocean) 500m, bike 30k, and run 5k.

The race was held at a military base, and had a bunch of hover craft parked around that we could look at. The finish line was on one of the hover crafts actually.

This is M just as he was getting ready to finish…

We rented him an awesome bike, and I was praying the whole time that he wouldn’t get a flat. Or anyone else in our family either. Getting a flat would be catastrophe.

B-man had a great time cheering everyone on. He would even sing a little “Yankee Doodle Dandy” as motivation for them. Not sure where that came from. I cheered with Q and my brother’s cute wife. Eventually the rest of the family met up close to the finish line to watch them finish.

M finished along with everyone else. I was super impressed with everyone, and more excited and nervous than ever to do it next year.

P.S. My brother got everyone matching shirts for the race. It was the best thing ever as a spectator because we could see where our people were coming towards us. And the racers loved them because it made them look hard core.