My son, the triathlete

Blogging yesterday about my son becoming a triathlete at 11 years old made me go back through our photos of that amazing day (which he was actually interviewed for in the local paper) ....

Getting marked with his number


Setting up in transition


Coming out of the swim


Transition 1


Coming back from the bike


Headed toward the finish line


Crossing the finish line


My son, the triathlete!

My son will be the first one to tell you that the triathlon was the hardest physical feat he attempted - and accomplished - in his life. He'll also admit the first words he said after getting his finishers medal was, "I will NEVER do anything like that again. Ever."

And now, less than 2 years later, he is training for a half-marathon. At 13-years old. This is a kid that has been through hell and back because of his father, who has succeeded against all odds - he is off-the-charts brilliant (seriously), kind, loving, caring, outgoing, fiercely loyal, and the best son a mom could ever wish for. I wish I had had his strength and courage at 13 that he does. Heck, I wish I had his strength and courage at my age now!

I hope this little photo montage encourages and inspires you today!

xo,


"You can do what you have to do, and sometimes you can do it even better than you think you can." Jimmy Carter