My husband isn’t very good at reading my mind and he isn’t so great at giving me foot rubs but I was SO proud of him yesterday when he finished his triathlon. I had tears in my eyes as he crossed the line and I started running down to see him, completely forgetting to keep an eye on Mallory.
find the dark blue hat with the white block M on it…a little left of center of the picture.
The race was supposed to start at 7.15a but was delayed an hour because of fog on Lake Michigan. Mallory & I slept in a little Sunday morning but got down near the bike finish line/transition area just about the time the first bikers were riding by. I was hoping Rick hadn’t gone by already and our patience paid off. After we were there for about 30 minutes, he rode by and I got to yell at him and he gave me a smile & a wave. Mallory was FABULOUS – as you can see she was just hanging out with her baby and playing with whatever she could find in the stroller, including my lip stuff and my barrette.
After RB biked by, Mallory & I headed down the hill to see Lake Michigan (you can see it in the background of that picture of Mallory & her baby). What with my new photography skilz (and still borrowing my sister’s telephoto lens – thank you Emily!), I got a bunch of great pictures of her on the beach.
notice the stick she found for Cooper
Oh yeah, back to the race.
Rick said he did better than expected on the swim portion and that at mile 50 (out of 56) in the bike he just couldn’t find another gear to go any faster. But the fact that he could cross the finish line and didn’t need to go to the medical tent was impressive to me! Some of the people we saw walking around had ice bags wrapped on their thighs or calves, or were bleeding from the backs of their feet from blisters. I saw one guy with his shirt off and tape covering his nipples. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what that was all about (did he have nipple rings that you weren’t allowed to wear in triathlons?) but Rick said people do that so that your nips don’t rub on the inside of your shirt and that he (Rick, my husband) puts VASELINE on his. Seriously?
I also saw a t-shirt that says “I don’t do triathlons. I do a triathlete.” I need to get one of those.
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Mallory was pretty fired up to see all the bikes (like almost 2000) that were lined up in the transition area for the race. If you asked her, all the bikes were Gaga’s. Here she is looking oh-so-cool in Gaga’s sunglasses after the race. Can you stand it?
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And finally, a little out of order because this is from Saturday night in the hotel room and the race was on Sunday, but here is a fun video of Mallory showing off her new trick. Notice my obnoxiously hoarse voice; I haven’t had laryngitis since the fifth grade, and have now gotten it twice in one month, along with a nice summer cold. WTH?
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And one last picture of Mallory’s curly blonde locks. What do I do with this hair if it stays super curly like this?
