After my marathon trip earlier this week, I arrived home Wednesday night and started packing to leave for the C's triathalon the next day after work. C took pity on me and suggested we leave on Friday morning instead. I graciously accepted his offer, and we arrived in plenty of time on Friday for C to get his registration packet, set up his bike, save his runner's transition spot, and for C and I to fit in an evening river swim. We joined some friends for dinner that evening, and attempted to get to bed early that night.
The next morning we were on the road by 5:45 AM, and I made arrangements for transportation and set up seating for C's grandparents and other visiting family members while C made final preparations for the race. Everyone had a chance to greet C before the race, and with all comfortably situated, C's swim wave started off his race. C led the pack minus a tall, blue-clad individual who almost missed the exit. C's bike and run were strong, but his leg began to cramp during the run, slowing him down significantly. All-in-all, he did very well, and truly left it all out there on the course.
After the race I gathered up all of his gear while he left a little more of himself under a large tree, and then, after a two hour nap at a friend's home, we headed off to celebrate Grandpa's birthday with the rest of the family. At 10:00 we headed off for home, settling down in bed around 1:00 AM, just long enough for C to get a whopping 5 hours of sleep before heading out for bishopbric meeting this morning.
Way to go Superhero! The closest I ever come to a triathlon is a run followed by a shower.
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