Tri Tri Again

Josh's crazy person triathlons have turned into one of our very favorite family traditions. He swims, bikes, runs, we cheer & then everyone takes a nap and then we get steak. Win win win!

It finally dawned on me that this is apparently not a phase, (my first clue was when he started talking about doing an Ironman. Hold me.) so I did what I know how to do: I sewed team uniforms for Dash & me.

I am the manager & Dash is the sherpa (although as far as I can remember he couldn't be bothered to carry even his own jacket, so maybe next year he'll be the mascot).

So we woke up at some ungodly hour on Josh's birthday (which I forgot until I checked Facebook & saw all his real friends sending him love) and hit the road.

And while Josh did this...

Dash did this (note: see how Dash's mouth is orange in all of these pictures? That's from drinking so much Orange Crush on our vacation that his mouth was stained the entire weekend. PARENTING WIN!).

And I did this.

Here he is hitting his bike portion.

As we say in our family, run, dummy!

Dash made him that sign at home before we left.

Finish line

Oh, Dash needed a running shirt like his daddy's. Of course he did.

And then it was time to check Josh's stats. He had trained harder for this race than for any of the three previous ones. Oh nothing, just beat his next best time by three minutes.

ONE. FOUR. FIVE.

And then, as always, it was time for some serious steak at the Hogs Breath.

And some birthday kisses.

And birthday wishes.

And, per tradition, birthday grimaces.