Monday, July 28, 2008

More race pics from friend Cate

A Maine friend was at the race to cheer for her sister and was so nice to take all these photos of me and send them along! This is part of the race my mom missed because of Skyler's mood, so I'm really grateful to see these and to show my mom. Thanks a million, Cate!

Lining up for the start of my heat. I pushed my way right in front.

Waiting for our countdown.

That's me stretching out.

Running up from the beach toward the bikes... holding yellow cap.

Off I go.

Sunday, July 27, 2008

Triathlon Report 2008

"You Go Girl" signs along the finish line.

I am simultaneously riding the high of today's race and plummeting into the post-race blues.
The whole Danskin scene is just so electric and inspiring, it's sort of hard to leave it and come home.

And today I became a real triathlete (instead of the pretend one I felt like last year). Here's the race as it happened:

We started off the day with two concerns: We woke up at 5 am to thunder, lightening, and a downpour of rain. Also, Skyler had been sick with tummy troubles the day before (yes, again) and she was not acting her usual bubbly self.

As we got to the race site, it was still drizzling but showing hopeful signs of clearing.

The name of the lake where we swam is Lake Chargoggagoggmanchauggagoggchaubunagungamaugg which is Native American for: "You fish on your side, I'll fish on my side, and no one fishes in the middle." It is also known as "Lake Webster."

My weary little cheerleader:

Silly Mommy, I thought this experience would totally enlighten her to the spirit of girl power and make her step back and appreciate all the strong women swirling around her. Instead she cried because her tummy hurt and asked to go to the playground.

But first, one shot with the poster she made for me.

When I left my mom and Skyler to line up for the swim, Skyler was not in a good place (crying). I was worried that she would be miserable and that she was really sick, and feeling bad that my mom was going to have to deal with a less-than-enthusiastic cheering partner. But once I was in the water waiting for my heat's send off, I looked down the beach and saw them frolicking in the water, so I took off feeling confident that they were fine.

Off I went into the water, and this time I pushed way up into the front of my heat and started as fast as I could to get away from all the bodies. I guess my strategy worked becuase when I got out of the water, my time seemed really off and I thought my watch was broken. Turns out my watch was right, and I had dropped several minutes from last year's time already.

Then to the bike. This year, I got to be the one that said "ON YOUR LEFT" to a whole bunch of women. Somehow, it was all just coming together for me.

Even the run just seemed to fly on by me and before I knew it I was coming around the final turn. Spectators are shoulder-to-shoulder for the last 1/4 mile, cowbells ringing, lots of kids shouting "go mommy"!

I didn't see my mom and Skyler again until after I crossed the finish line. Skyler had a great time on the playground and my mom convinced her to climb into the stroller to make it to the finish line just in time. Here I am after getting my medal and spotting my mom in the crowd.

Speaking of time... I dropped more time than I even dared to dream for: 14 minutes from last year.

Huge thanks to my mom for wrangling a tired and cranky Skyler and for being so supportive all weekend. By the way, it turns out Skyler was not actually sick. After the race, she perked right up when I asked her if she wanted to go swimming. Note to self: Next year, this will be a kid-free weekend.

Check out this sea of bikes!

And the line to get out of the park after the race.

That's a lot of strong women, all cheerful and supportive and totally impressive.

Okay, so I'm addicted. Must do more races.

p.s. Cate! It was so nice to see you at the race! Thanks for the cheers of support. You in next year?

Friday, July 25, 2008

And then we pack, and then we unpack, and then we pack...

Sam is now home from 2 weeks at Bowdoin College for a Maine Humanities Council program for teachers. He spent 2 weeks (he came home on the weekend for our camping trip) enjoying history lectures and reading, eating Bowdoin's all-organic food, staying on the beautiful, old campus and having a grand old time. He did get paid to do this program, but let's be real honest about who earned that money during the last 2 weeks. Bowdoin is very near the coast in Brunswick, ME, and when I saw Sam pack his surfboard for his 2 weeks away, everything became clear to me.

I didn't mention earlier that it was all mama this week because I was given a friendly reminder not to advertise on the blog when my husband was out of town (thanks, Lisa!).

So some of the recent overnights and beach trips were designed to maintain my sanity, and they did just that. But I keep emptying the duffels and the car only to do laundry and repack; tomorrow, we're off to Massachusetts for the Danskin All-Women's Triathlon. Sam and Reed are staying home for some boy bonding and my mom and Skyler are coming to cheer me on. I'm feeling pretty excited and ready, and my race number is 2008.

Two days after I come home from the Triathlon, we head to Boston and then fly to Michigan. Woohoo!

Dear Summer,
Let's not even talk about what a swift little beast you are. Slow down!

More pics from camp (with my little camera)

Fresh water! Canoe ride! Dock! Campfire! Bike rides! Swimming!

yep. this is the kids in the dog's cage.

And, I got to go for a run with Meredith which ended with a jump in the lake, and here is where we found the kiddos:

at which point I realized that I want another camera

Just got back from spending the day and night at the O'Reillys' camp ("camp" is Maine speak for summer house). Meredith has a new, amazing digital SLR camera that I played with for a bit. Here are a few shots.

"The boys aren't playing the way I want to play."


lovin' on Killian

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

A fine Maine day

We met up with our dear dear friends for a day of beaching, eating, and loving.
Here are Avery, Ali, and Sebastian (Michigan, NELP, life friends). They are in the north from Asheville, NC and we got them to ourselves for a day. The last time we visited I was pregnant with Skyler and Avery was 1 year old.

But with these guys, it's as if we met for coffee just yesterday. Easy as pie.

Hello, Avery, you beautiful thing.

(yes, we Red Soxed him)

Skyler and Avery, we quickly learned, are kindred spirits, both brave, wild, able-bodied, poopie-joke loving kids. They were also very into showing us their tongues.

Popham Beach

The water is freaking cold. Reedo doesn't care!

King Averykhamun

Oh, Maine. You never cease to thrill me.

We waited six hours for our food to come (only a slight exaggeration)

Skyler getting silly with Seb

Go, Avery, go.

Sebastian was the best man in our wedding.

Cute, right?

Time to part ways and drive home. But first, ice cream.

And then, like clockwork, each child had a full-on-lying-down-in-the-parking-lot super-total freak-out that told us we waited a few minutes too long.

We drove our sandy, sleepy kids home to bed. Thank you for making the trip to us, friends. We can't wait for next summer.