Run, run, as fast as you can...you can't catch me, I'm a triathalon man

Pineview reservoir, outside Ogden canyon.

If you click on the picture you might see a small white dot in the middle of the picture. That would be where Bruce, Rick, and Jared had to swim last Saturday for their triathalon. I think they said it was 1/2 mile, but keep in mind, there were 500 other crazies doing the same thing. (And more than half were amazon women who would just love nothing more than to beat the menfolk down into the dirt and leave them to die a lonely, miserable, ignominious death. I was scared just looking at them.)

(Mickenzie got a picture of the men in their wet suits, so she'll have to put her pictures up.)

I was just thinking that if ReNae had to do this triathalon, she'd probably let this field be her "comfortable couch" area.

Here they are at the finish line. So amazing that they did this all uphill. 95% of the 12 mile trail bike ride was uphill, and the whole 4 mile run was up some horrible ski trail as well. I asked them if the swim was uphill too, but they were too tired to think that was even funny.

(Well, it was. )

(This is just what they looked like in the newspaper article.)

Never seen so much muscle and rivers of testosterone flowing in one place. And the women looked just like this too. I should've taken a picture of them, but they could've "crushed me like grape" if I were to agitate them. So, on to happier aspects:

Can't resist taking pictures of Lincoln. No one leaves his fat feet alone, and he always rewards you with the best, most generous grins. And he acts like you are his favorite person for throwing him a scrap of attention...

Jared coochy-coos at Lincoln, and you should hear Lincoln giggle. Cracks me up every time. It's like Lincoln knows he's going to laugh for Jared, but he waits for Jared to do some pretty funny noises anyway.

Here's where we all learned the horrible rest of the story. See how Rick has this expression on his face like he may or may not have something to tell us?

Turns out Rick didn't eat anything before the race. Rick swims. Rick bikes. Rick can hardly hold onto handlebars because his blood sugar was practically negative. Rick gets desparate. Rick sees packets of goo on the ground that still have a few drops of goo left in them. (Goo gel is this stuff that runners slurp down while running to get extra calories, and they throw the garbage on the ground because they are too cool to use a garbage can.) Rick hungry. Rick consumes the leftover goo. Ewwww.

But Rick able to carry on until Bruce proclaims with a triumphant voice that his loving wife packed life-saving granola bars in his bike fanny-pack. Rick ever so thankful.

Bruce tells wife (after a lengthy hug) that profuse nasal drainage occurred for him on the trail, requiring creative measures with which to wipe. Well, then, thank you ever so much for that hug darling...

Jared just tells how he wasn't about to let any GIRL (spoken with the bitterest of sentiment) in pink shorts pass him up during the race...but this 55 year old lady ran past like they were sleeping on the trail...

So, all in all, I don't think triathalons bring out the gentleman behavior one would hope to see in public from them ... Can you imagine if I had a picture for each of those little gems?