There’s not much to talk about.  I wasn’t able to run during the week at all, either from working late or because of Blake and Cam’s swim class at Crawfish Aquatics.  Saturday morning, Camren participated in BREC’s Rocketkid Rookies Triathlon in Baton Rouge.  BREC does a great job with this event and it’s great to see parents introducing their kids to the sport of triathlon.  Camren volunteered to compete in the triathlon and he did a great job.  He has a big heart and likes to have fun.  I truly believe he enjoys doing triathlons and the only thing he worries about is that he finishes and that he has fun.  As a parent, you can’t ask for better for that.  My 7 year old nephew Tristen also competed in the triathlon.  I don’t think he enjoyed the event at all, triathlon is not his sport.  It is my wish that they both stick with it though.  Years after they’re done with the baseball, basketball and football, the sport of running and triathlon will still be there for the average person to participate in and enjoy with their friends and family.

 

Saturday afternoon and evening, we spent a GREAT evening with some friends.  It’s always nice to relax and talk with friends that face the same challenges with working, raising a family, setting goals and training for an event.  Of course, we stayed out too late knowing we had a long run to face on Sunday morning.

 

So….Sunday morning, we slept too late and didn’t hit the pavement until 8:30.  When I opened the door to the side porch, the full force of heat hit me and I think it was 150 degrees.  We decided that we might not make the full 8 miles we planned; it was getting too hot and too late.  Somewhere around the 2 mile mark, I realized I didn’t have my water bottle….oh darn.  I did adjust to the heat but I knew I would need to get some fluids somehow.  As I finished every half mile, my motto was, “oh well, at least that’s behind me.”  I said that to myself 14 times that morning!  As I approached my in-law’s house, I was hoping they’d see Paul and I out there and bring us a bottle of water.  No doubt about it, Paul and I are spoiled and very, very lucky to have family on our run route!  And yes….there was an ice cold bottle of water sitting in their mailbox.  Thank you!!!!!  I think Paul managed to run up their driveway, grab a bottle and put it out for me.  Either way, it was very much appreciated.  An hour and a half later (for me anyway, I’m not sure what Paul’s time was) we were back in our driveway and we managed to get 7 ¼ miles in.  Good enough for me.  And yes, Paul did try the ice buckets again for his legs.  I planned to capture the moment his feet entered the water on camera and share it with the world but I quickly changed my mind when he looked at me.  He said it’s like a brain freeze in our feet.  He dared me so I tried it…..YIKES!   Timbeaux is right, Tequila and loud music would help pass the time!

 

 

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