The race started with a 1.2 mile swim in Clinton Lake, which he says was more than a little choppy. Then he hopped on his bike for a 56 mile ride, which is where we caught up with him. Sadly, I failed to check my camera settings and completely screwed up my exposure for all the biking pictures so you'll have to take my word for it when I tell you that (A) he looked like he felt really good; (B) the kids were adorable, holding up signs that said "you rock" and "go Daddy, go!"; and (C) the kids got lots of props from other riders who liked it when they stood by the road, cheering and holding the Go, GO! signs. My family also deserves a shout-out for trekking through all the spectating with me. My parents rode with me and the kids, helping navigate the backroads of Douglas county, passing out snacks and providing supervision so I could concentrate on the ill-fated pictures and my sister and her family chose to spend their Sunday morning doing the same. Jeff had resigned himself to not seeing any of us, so he says that seeing all of us instead was a great surprise.
I managed to get the camera adjusted before the run, and he still looked happy while running his half-marathon to finish it out. See?
|start of the run|
|6.5 miles to go|
|rounding the corner at the finish|
|Jeff on the left, headed for the finish line. Clock time is what you see on the board,|
his chip time ended up being 5:43:56.
|before we could regroup to find him, here he came, all smiles|
|Wyatt, running for his Daddy|
|my three favorite people|