Terramuggus Gets Speedo

The rain was inevitable yesterday afternoon - a large green patch of precipitation was headed straight up the CT shoreline with warnings of flooding and the occasional gust of 40mph wind. It lingered here at our house for an hour, enough wetness for me to think the bi-monthly Triathlon in a neighboring town was going to be a washout. No one from our group was going, they all bailed - with the exception of one, who was hanging on to the last minute in case Speedo decided to go ahead with it. I gave Tim the late word that it was a no-go after trying in vain to get in touch with Speedo to hear his final decision. I had assumed with the rain he wouldn't do it.

I assumed incorrectly.

Speedo wasn't going to let it slip away from him. His mind was made up. He had mentally prepped for the race, was already doing it in his mind. He had well thought out the day of good eats. The packing had been done meticulously the night before, all spread out on the kitchen table, complete with a checklist of what was needed for his first triathlon. This one is a great practice run, complete with timing chips. A wonderful prelude to the big "official" one so many of us are signed up for again this year.

He called me from the beach, moments before the start, asking for well wishes.

What???

I packed the little people into the big rig and we zoomed down to the triathlon, almost an hour away. Meatballs still on their faces. Hair bows missing. Mismatched make shift clothing. I covered up what I could with matching yellow raincoats!

We made it in time to catch him coming in from the 10 mile bike and headed out for the 5K run. He looked GREAT! Ready to run! I guess the bike route was pretty wet at that point, but luckily, there were no terrible falls or accidents. It was raining and it was wet!

Speedo's finish time was 1:43! Not bad at all for a guy who doesn't necessarily train! A bike ride here and there, a run as he has time and only enough outside swims to count on one hand this year. I was impressed!
We had our own cheering section complete with war whoops and some serious clapping. GoGo got the hang of the clapping as people came in from their bikes and out for the run and she was the biggest clapper! But her war whoops sounded like starving monkies or sick whales. I had to gently redirect her excited self in the hopes of not distracting any athletes. She likes to be right in the thick of things.

She insisted on carrying Speedo's bike stand for him when we packed up to head home. She made it about 10 feet. Congrats Speedo - you did awesome!! You didn't finish last and you didn't stop once! Way to go! Another great accomplishment. Half ironman/woman husband/wife next year?