Don’t you hate that feeling when you wake up late, especially when you have to be somewhere? We had it all planed out for Pete’s big race day. The kids and I would head out about 5:45 am and be down at Mission Bay at 6:30 am. Plenty of time to park, get situated, take photos and wish Dad luck before he takes off at 7:30 am. Now that was the plan, but as always nothing goes to plan. Tyler walks into my room at 7:00 am and says "Mom, aren’t we supposed to be down there?" OH MAN (and a few other explitives)! I jump out of bed and yelled "Everyone get dressed and be in the car in 5 minutes. I do not have time to debate food, clothes, jackets, etc. so figure it out."
Five minutes later we are racing down the highway. All the while I am kicking myself in the rear. We broke all land-speed records and got down there in 32 minutes. Then I had to face parking where I turned to the man up-stairs and asked him to free up a space. I felt like Jim Carey in "Bruce Almighty" where he wills himself a parking spot. We did find a "parking spot" or shall I say I made us a space to park. And then with three kids in tow and big camera around my neck we ran to the bike transition area since I gave up on the swim long ago.
It was like our own mini triathalon. I think the kids and I were more winded than Pete by the time it was over. Plus we were all starving! What a bunch of troopers I had with me. This was probably their favorite part…
I was bummed to have missed the shots from the swim but all-in-all I was thankful we made it at all. Pete finished in 1 hour, 22 minutes which was a mere 7 minutes off his goal!
This is another one of those days that I wish my life was a reality show. Great job Pete! We are all proud of you.