Friday night we celebrated Pascha’s 30th birthday at my favorite restaurant, Cheevers. Yum-o. Laura pioneered a sweet tradition of eight of us friends “toasting” the birthday boy/girl at dinner. We all usually end up wiping a tear or two away and laughing obnoxiously. Especially when Carter (though sincerely, I believe) recited the benediction for my birthday toast in June.
My parents arrived while we were out to dinner and took over for our babysitter. They were in town this weekend to cheer us on and watch Finn while we competed in the Tie Dye Tri, a sprint triathlon. This was our second attempt. First attempt here. Saturday morning I woke up with a migraine and ran a fever/chills throughout the day. I battled a fever earlier during the week too, but I thought it had run its course. Surely I wouldn’t be able to compete.
So when I woke up this morning in a pool of sweat (because my fever broke) and without a pounding headache, I was a little disappointed, to be honest. My mind was not prepared to compete and my body was weak. But I couldn’t let my training go to waste.
He and his wife, Laura are such supportive friends. Laura chronicled the whole triathlon through pictures, so I’ll let her finish telling the story…
Swim comes first, but no one gets there early enough to watch us. And they don’t let visitors into the pool anyway.
So bike comes next. My fav. It was WINDY!
Then we run.
Our faithful fans:
Our love and the reason we don’t waste our ability to move:
Joey beat his time by a minute, Dustin beat his by 3 minutes, and I was 3 minutes SLOWER this year. Poop. I know I was sick, but really I think I just transitioned and ran slowly! I was pretty bummed with my time.
It sure was a beautiful morning to be moving and breathing deeply. I loved praying for friends, family and Finn while I struggled through each stage of the race. I’m thankful for legs that do what I ask them to, despite their lethargic pace this particular morning.