Can you believe this? What were they thinking, giving a MOPPER Bib #1? I felt like an idiot.
Me and my youngest, David, prerace.
Swim exit, being escorted by Stephen, my oldest son.
Leaving for a 3 hour torture session on the bike.
My kids wishing me well as I leave for the 13.1 mile run. I'm not feeling so good.
Can I join the Blue Man Group? Actually, this is post race and I'm experiencing a real nice cramp in my left quad. They were icing me down with those awesome towels. My kids were a little worried about dad.
What can I say, I finished under my own power (barely).