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As you can see, we kill lots of soda, candy and competitors.
These are my bowling shoes. They glow in the dark.
On Sept. 6th, I embarked on another Triathlon. Crazy, right? I was not the only insane person doing this. I was joined by my four elder siblings: Dave, Danny, Kathryn, Tobi, and her best friend Emily. Here we are in our shining wet suited glory!
L to R: Emily, Tobi, Kathryn, Dave and Me. Danny's group had already entered the hypothermic waters, which were followed by the lengthy beach run to the transition area. That is where I was headed in the first pic. I know, I know, swim caps are very becoming.
Here is Kathryn is the transition area. She is soooo speedy (check out her bike! I covet.)
This is right after I jumped off my bike and entered the run. I was laughing because my legs felt like noodles, and because I had ridden over a live snake during the bike. It's what memories are made of.When Lyndsay was in town with her kids, we went to Snowbird, where Armstrong operates the tram. What a sweet job! We rode the tram and the alpine slide. It was so much fun. Thanks Linds! It was slightly reminiscent of our Spring hike. Armstrong, Lincoln and I hiked the peak and rode the tram down. It was absolutely insane. Dawning our Yak Trax and hiking poles, we traded off carrying Link in a pack and climbing about 3k vertical ft in about 3 miles of SLUSH. Don't ever do this. :)
I met some really cool people. These are my early morning friends (and our wrist bands).
I got to sit by some awesome people during the long haul.
This is Amanda, who came from CA. She really should have made it through, but it's kind of like winning the lottery. They take maybe 200 out of thousands of people during the first cut. Lame.
This is Zach and his "Sister" (Mom) Brenda. Small world, he went to high school with my brother-in-law. It has been almost 2 weeks and I better be remembering names correctly. Sorry if not :)
When I was cut I wanted to yell, "pick me! I own and can ride a unicycle". It seems these days that singing just isn't enough. Har har.