I Tried to Tri.

My number and totally sweet wound from my bike pedal.

August 28, 2010. What can I say about my first triathlon? It kind of sucked, but I sort of loved it. It was a sprint triathlon with a 1/4 mile swim, 10 mile bike and 5K run.

The swim was fabulous. I was a swimmer in high school, so it's my strongest sport. I finished the swim, got dressed and started the bike. I was feeling great and thinking how fun it all was. I even made it up that beastly hill. About 2/3 of the way through the bike route I heard a POP! HISSSSSSSS.... low and behold, my tire was flat. 

I ask you, what are you supposed to do if your tire pops during a triathlon? WHAT? I walked/jogged/rode on a flat tire the shortest route back to the race start. My poor little heart was broken. I knew I'd be DQ'd for not finishing the bike, so I just laid the bike down on my towel and started the run. I was sad, so my run was slow and bitter. I drank Gatorade from the aid stations. I think I drank too much Gatorade from the aid stations, because I totally puked after I crossed the finish line. An old lady in a purple shirt couldn't take her eyes off me whilst I puked. It's like a car wreck, I guess.

Me trying really hard not to hurl.

That pretty much sums it up. So, next time... NEXT TIME...

1) Slime in the tires, pehaps?

2) No Gatorade.

3) No running over large METAL SHARDS.

The metal shard that popped my tire and broke my heart.  LOOK AT THAT THING!

Until we meet again, triathlon world... until we meet again.

We're Aliiiiiiiive!!!

My negligence to this blog is shameful. Just shameful. I always think I'll blog when I get pictures uploaded. Right. So, a post without pictures is better than no post at all. Yeeeaaaah. That's the ticket.

Ummm, summer is almost over. What the heck? It's gone really fast, and I keep thinking we haven't done anything, but I know that's not true. To make myself feel better, I'm going to hit the highlights of Summer 2010:

There was a cruise, Lagoon, swimming lessons, swimming at the Scera pool, Toy Story 3, sleepovers at Grandma's (and Nana and GrandPar's), weekly Robert's Crafts Kid's Club classes, going to the gym, playing with friends, popsicles dripping all over the porch, Vander Werff family reunion, and the RARARA Family Reunion this last week in Heber. Basically, this summer has been the bomb diggity and it's gone by in a flash.

Oh yeah, we went to the zoo, too. I really hate the zoo. Put that on the Summer 2010 Lowlight list. Ugh.

Nils' birthday was a couple of weeks ago. I asked him to take the day off so we could go out for the day. My mom watched the kids which totally rocked. We went to lunch, rode the chair lift at Sundance, made out on the chair lift at Sundance after Nils begged for awhile, and then saw "Inception". That movie is really long. It was good day.

School starts on Wednesday, but Anders doesn't have a teacher. Heh-heh. That's sort of my fault. We had he and Addie registered at a different school for this year, but I kept feeling weird about it. Have you ever made a decision that makes perfect sense logically, but doesn't feel right- but it's logical, so you keep telling yourself it's the right thing to do even though your gut/soul/instincts keep telling you otherwise? Anyway, after praying and trusting the Spirit rather than our heads, we've made the choice to keep them at the school in our neighborhood. Long story short, I had to register Anders again, so I'm just hoping he can get assigned to a class before the first day of school. So that's my "I'm a pain in the butt" story of the week. I feel like I have to sign up for the PTA to make up for my pain-in-the-buttness. We'll see.

So, all is well. Time's a flyin' and we're just trying to hang on!