Triathletes

A woman on my Ragnar team organized a triathlon for kids in memory of her husband. 

The 2 older ones were excited and did some training. Iris was convinced she couldn't swim until a few days before the race when she started claiming she was an expert and was going to win the race. The morning of the race, she did what she normally does: at 5am or so, I found her nose an inch from my unconscious face: "Mom, it's race day."

Not many races start with onlookers reminding participants, "Don't poop in the pool."

Ready to kill it. David was chanting Elijah's name and holding Sybil. David said Sybil chanted his name too, which would make "Elijah" her first word.

David wanted me to record Iris' swim. If you need a little screaming in your life, watch on...

So, the video stopped short bc little miss competitive started panicking. And went down under. A fully-clothed friend jumped in, saved my little champion, and swam her to the other side.

The good news is that all 3 of them thought they won. 

And last weekend was MIGHTY MUD MANIA

pre-mud:

This is all the mud Iris could take