This was the race that started the blog.
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Felt like I had another Triathlon in me so we made it a family adventure
and packed the car full of kids and headed back to Vernal Utah for
another Dino Tri. We really packed the car full of kids too! We
brought along our cousins Bryce, Sheralyn, and Tanner along with our own
kids--we were packed so full there wasn't a spare inch of room left in
our giant Excursion.
It was a fun trip down and everyone was excited to come and cheer me
on for the race. That always seems to help, having your family there is
a big boost. Stephanie and my niece Cailey and nephew Camden drove out
and met us, along with my oldest daughter Cheyenne.
Last
year I took 2nd place in my age division and when we went to sign in
for the race the day before, my wife Stacy noticed that the first place
guy had never signed up for this years race. She was convinced, along
with my sister-in-law Steph, that I had a pretty great shot at taking
the leading spot on the podium for my age division this time around.
However, just before we left the sign-in, a very fit and muscled guy
walked in and signed up for the race. Stacy couldn't help but peek at
his age. He was 48. She came back shaking her head and reported that I
should be happy with second cause it looked like that guy was gonna
beat all his competitors.
They were giving out free buzz cuts to anyone signed up for the race. I didn't really need one but my Nephew Bryce, who'd been sporting an ugly mullet/Mohawk from football season, certain was in need of a haircut. I convinced them to cut his instead of mine...
There was really no line for the hair cuts so we got a little carried away. My nephew Camden got inspired by his older cousin Bryce and decided he'd like to get a cut too.
Only Camden went from a nice haircut to a mohawk. We just switched out one bad hair day for another. But all in the name of fun!
Race day was perfect and I got on the bus to the next morning to head to the starting line.
Midway through the race, while on the bike course, I rounded a bend and a
crowd of kids all cheering me on. It was my family! They all made me
posters and rooted me on. I found out later that Bryce was especially
excited to catch a glimpse of me and walked to the bend so that he could
be the first person to see me round the corner.
They waited for me at the bike/run station where I parked my bike and set off for the run.
Taking off for the third leg of the Tri...
On the final leg of the run, all the kids were waiting on the track for me to make my grand entry into the school's track stadium where the finish line was.
Bryce cheered and waved and when I finally reached him he said,
"Come on Uncle Mark, let's sprint the last 100 meters!"
...I was so tired by this time that
if I had had the energy I would have told my well intended nephew I didn't even think I had the strength to even make it to the finish line. But I was too tired to ask him to carry me the rest of the way there. So Bryce and I, side by side, with the little kids following close behind, slowly all ran across the finish line.
And as predicted by my wife, the buff guy beat me out for first. But I'm proud to say I hung on to my second place title a second year in a row! Woot! Woot!
And here I am doing the victory dance of a true athlete. It's called 'The Power Nap'!