My man was # 256.
Jamie and Don. No pre-race jitters from these guys!
And he's off!
Time to turn and swim the other way...
See you in the next lane!
This was hilarious! Max and Zeke got super close to where the swimmers had to touch the side before they turned and went the other way. Well, every time someones head popped out of the water they would scream and laugh so hard - very cute!
Don's out of the pool and running to the transition area where he dried off, put on shirt and shoes and climbed on his bike.
Looks a little like Lance Armstrong - don't ya think!
He's almost there...
THE END!!!
>Go Daddy!
The triathlon was held on the Marine base and I loved being there. My brother, Paul, was in the Marines for 6 years (Gulf War veteran) and did his basic training at Parris Island. I can remember going to his graduation there way back in 1987. I just finished reading Lone Survivor about a Navy Seal. I appreciated our soldiers before, but this book gave me a new respect for what they do. Here's Max (Cheetos face and all) with The Few, The Proud, The Marines!
Chillin at Iwo Jima.
Max and Zeke. Not long after these pictures were taken, Max proceeded to stick his hand in a huge ant pile and got ant bites all over his left hand. He had an allergic reaction to it on Sunday (the day after it happened) and by Sunday night had hives all over his body. NICE. He's much better today.
Off to Hilton Head...ahhhh! Can you say COLD water!



I'm tired...let's go home.Last but not least, a proud mommy moment...Max wrote his name and traced his hand all by himself!! (just realized I wrote the wrong month on the paper - should have said 3/14/08)



















