Congratulations, Lance! This weekend Lance completed an Olympic triathlon. Due to a series of unexpected delays and troubles (more on that later), mama, Mikey, and Luke arrived a little late so we did not get shots of him diving into the water or jumping on his bike. But we did get the bike-to-running moment.
Here's Lance rolling in on the bike.
Getting ready to start the final leg
And off he runs! (I had the camera zoomed in so I could get the previous shots and then suddenly he was running at me so this shot was a little close up)
And he crosses the finish line
All done. Yay! It's all over! (Thank goodness)
As adorable as this picture is, it is here to actually show the burn on my face from unexpectedly being in the sun for 4 hours on Saturday, of which at least 1 1/2 was spent walking to and from the shuttle and standing in line waiting for the shuttle. The circumstances were not quite as we thought they would be for the spectators at the triathlon. What we thought to be an easy shuttle ride to a shady, grassy park area to wait (and quite kid friendly), actually was a shuttle ride to a spot on the road a mile away from the starting point. The trek to the starting point was partially along the race track which left me pushing a double stroller and a big bag of toys for Mikey to play with in grass, half on asphalt, half on gravel dropping off the side down into the lake. Luckily I (barely) made it without falling off the edge, but then we found it was not a grassy area where we all waited and watched, but gravel on the side of the road. No playing for Mikey and sitting in gravel to nurse Luke wasn't ideal. It was a little rough, but the boys were surprisingly good considering the circumstances and it was so fun to see daddy. (Next time I may leave the kids at home, though.) Way to go Lance! We're so proud of you!
All done. Yay! It's all over! (Thank goodness)As adorable as this picture is, it is here to actually show the burn on my face from unexpectedly being in the sun for 4 hours on Saturday, of which at least 1 1/2 was spent walking to and from the shuttle and standing in line waiting for the shuttle. The circumstances were not quite as we thought they would be for the spectators at the triathlon. What we thought to be an easy shuttle ride to a shady, grassy park area to wait (and quite kid friendly), actually was a shuttle ride to a spot on the road a mile away from the starting point. The trek to the starting point was partially along the race track which left me pushing a double stroller and a big bag of toys for Mikey to play with in grass, half on asphalt, half on gravel dropping off the side down into the lake. Luckily I (barely) made it without falling off the edge, but then we found it was not a grassy area where we all waited and watched, but gravel on the side of the road. No playing for Mikey and sitting in gravel to nurse Luke wasn't ideal. It was a little rough, but the boys were surprisingly good considering the circumstances and it was so fun to see daddy. (Next time I may leave the kids at home, though.) Way to go Lance! We're so proud of you!
Did you know that ham is spelled M-I-K-E-Y? At least when the camera is on.
