There are some days that you just roll with the punches and hope that things turn out for the best. There are days that you make plans for and hope that things all fall in place. Then there are those special days that magical things happen. You did not plan it that way, they just came to be. Part of it is being in the right place at the right time. Part of it is just dumb luck.
I'm smiling so hard I look like an idiot!
I was in the right place at the right time!
I had a great Saturday morning watching 6 of my Team in Training participants and a few hundred other brave souls take on the choppy waters of Galveston Bay, make two huge climbs over the Kemah Bridge, and run through the Kemah Boardwalk area and part of Clear Lake Shores. I was very proud of them because it was their first race for many of them and the conditions were not easy for a first timer. I ran the run course with one of my participants and her boy friend and then I grabbed my cowbells and ran up onto the Kemah Bridge. I had one of our TEAM mentors out at the swim exit cheering for people and I would do bike course and run course duty. I had a blast up on the bridge with my three cowbells. I had lots of thumbs-up from the participants as well when they were near the top. I saw one of my kid's swim coaches and I saw lots of friends from the local tri club and various places that I had not see in a while. It was such a treat.
And then, as luck would have it, Andy Potts and Matt Reed were handing out finisher's medals to the First Time Triathlon Finishers. Some of the participants did not even realize that they were in the presence of greatness. Towards the end of the event, I found a break in the people coming across the line and got someone to take some pictures. VERY AWESOME.
From the triathlon, I drove over an hour back across town to witness another feat of greatness. Bud was participating in his swim club's annual Swim-a-thon. The goal is to finish 200 laps in 2 hours. Yep, that is 5,000 yards. He finished and with time to spare! I am so proud of him. I really do think that my kid could kick my butt in the pool now.
Later in the afternoon we went to a crawfish boil at the home of El Esposo's college roommate. We got to see other college friends we have not seen in a long time and that was fun. It is kind of sad that I do not have much in common with these friends any more. They view me as a freak of nature for all the marathons, triathlons, and weird (fun) endurance events that I do. I had to do a lot of talking about our kid's schools, hearing about people's health problems, and recounting our cancelled spring break cruise. No one would have understood my excitement of getting my picture with the two Triathlon SUPERSTARS earlier in the day.
I got a great run in this morning with Greyhound. The weather was perfect and the 12 miles went by fast. Fast because Greyhound or I would take turns throwing the gauntlet down and pushing the pace until someone asked, "Seriously???" At the very end I split off from Greyhound and took the long way back into the park so that I could get my 2 hours of running in rather than 95 minutes of running in. Those last few miles were not easy on my own. My pace was not as quick as it had been two hours earlier when we had ran out of the park. Well, I got 12.7 miles done in about 1 hour and 50 minutes with two walking breaks. I am really happy with that. That has me on pace with my half marathon PR that had no walking breaks.
Now it is off to get Bud signed up for summer league swim team and to do some remodel re-con for our kitchen.