one last tri
Yesterday we spent some time at Tim's sister Tanya's place with the six little cousins on that side (more on that to come) and spent the night in Guelph before Tim's last triathlon of the season.
It's fun being Tim's cheering section these days. After all the training he's put in for Ironman this year, he's no slowpoke and it's exciting to see him haulin' it on the course, leaving nothing behind. He had a great day at Guelph Lake II today. My favourite moment was when Tim took the time to cross the finish line with both Maia and Ellie. That was a first. I managed to capture it on video... though it appears rather like a dream. The whole thing is completely blurry -- not sure why since that's never happened before -- but still hilarious to watch. Listen for the screaming. Watch as the camera gets dropped at my side so I can hand the littlest Doh over to her dad. Watch for the dangling legs. And listen for Kevin, the announcer, who I think got as much of a kick out of it as the rest of us.
We're a little sad that the tri season is behind us now. Especially when we don't know what next year will hold with our family being on sabbatical for the months that would normally be Timmer's highest volume training months (Feb-May). So we're not sure he'll be tri-ing it next summer. Everything has its season... We're thankful for this season of inspiration and able-bodiedness (is that a word?) to be able to take part in this kind of stuff. (Yeah. I write that like I take part physically... me, who was brazenly downing a donut with the girls while watching people's heart rates explode on the uphill run of the swim-to-bike transition.)
Earlier this summer, I thought that our post-Ironman tri experiences might lose their colour in comparison, but that's absolutely not been the case. Even today, I found myself tearing up as I watched people of all ages and levels of fitness conquer the course. I cheer for just about everybody... and unashamedly now more than ever, even when the crowd around me is just quietly waiting for a familar face. I cheer most especially for those who are clearly struggling. Each one has a story behind the struggle. I'd love to know them all.
If you haven't experienced triathlon spectating before, you'll have to invite yourself along one of these days. I never tire of watching people lay it all out there on the course. I guess it reminds me of how I want to live my life: to spend it all well and have nothing left.
It's fun being Tim's cheering section these days. After all the training he's put in for Ironman this year, he's no slowpoke and it's exciting to see him haulin' it on the course, leaving nothing behind. He had a great day at Guelph Lake II today. My favourite moment was when Tim took the time to cross the finish line with both Maia and Ellie. That was a first. I managed to capture it on video... though it appears rather like a dream. The whole thing is completely blurry -- not sure why since that's never happened before -- but still hilarious to watch. Listen for the screaming. Watch as the camera gets dropped at my side so I can hand the littlest Doh over to her dad. Watch for the dangling legs. And listen for Kevin, the announcer, who I think got as much of a kick out of it as the rest of us.
We're a little sad that the tri season is behind us now. Especially when we don't know what next year will hold with our family being on sabbatical for the months that would normally be Timmer's highest volume training months (Feb-May). So we're not sure he'll be tri-ing it next summer. Everything has its season... We're thankful for this season of inspiration and able-bodiedness (is that a word?) to be able to take part in this kind of stuff. (Yeah. I write that like I take part physically... me, who was brazenly downing a donut with the girls while watching people's heart rates explode on the uphill run of the swim-to-bike transition.)
Earlier this summer, I thought that our post-Ironman tri experiences might lose their colour in comparison, but that's absolutely not been the case. Even today, I found myself tearing up as I watched people of all ages and levels of fitness conquer the course. I cheer for just about everybody... and unashamedly now more than ever, even when the crowd around me is just quietly waiting for a familar face. I cheer most especially for those who are clearly struggling. Each one has a story behind the struggle. I'd love to know them all.
If you haven't experienced triathlon spectating before, you'll have to invite yourself along one of these days. I never tire of watching people lay it all out there on the course. I guess it reminds me of how I want to live my life: to spend it all well and have nothing left.
posted by Monica @ 7:16 p.m.
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