Reason #83758367429384 and One

Remember that time I thought my husband was awesome because he brought ice cream home? Well, he’s gone and done it again!

See, I had this crazy idea that I should load up my hand-me-down bike (yes, the one I claimed I wouldn’t use for a race again) and my swim gear that makes me look like I know what I’m doing (dog paddle, anyone?) and head to College Station for a tiny triathlon.

We got my packet and headed to the College Station house for Baby Gray to nap.

Packet Pick Up

We all had a restful afternoon; it was dark before we (by we, I most definitely mean Mr. Gray) checked my bike tires or started getting the final touches on my gear for Sunday. I was reading to Baby Gray, and I realized it was taking Mr. Gray an awfully long time to check the air in the tires. A few minutes later, he came up to let me know that the valve was broken and the tube in my repair kit didn’t match my tires. Off he went, to brave WalMart to get me ready for the race.

He worked in the dark to get the tire situated and safe; then the brake broke. Needless to say, we’ll be getting a new bike soon. Have I mentioned how much I love that man? 
Best Husband EVER

Storms blew through the night, and there was concern with the race being delayed or postponed. Fortunately, everything blew through and it was a great day.

I got all tatted up (they were rushing me to 29) and made my transition area look like I knew what I was doing (thanks, YouTube). 

Body Mark

Once in the natatorium, I quickly learned I had been training for half the distance we were supposed to race–oops!


I had fun and was pleased with my times! No stopping, no walking, no drowning! Works for me!

Bike Swim Run

In a huge contrast to the duathlon last year, I had the most fun on the bike (even with only one brake). Someone else might have liked the bike a little, too.

Little Triathlete
As usual, we didn’t get a family photo, but Mr. Gray certainly saved the day! I sure love that man.


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