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A morning well spent
Sep. 12th, 2004 01:47 pmDru called last night, mid-battle, to tell me he was doing a triathlon today. I'd promised a few weeks ago to show up and play spectator so...
This morning at just a few minutes after six, I was helping my parents move to Crestone, Colorado, which had somehow transplanted itself to the Sierra Nevada mountain range in Californiw, and Dru woke me up, two minutes away from my condo. Oif. I barely had my teeth brushed when he arrived, but scrambled into clothes and even had the presence of mind to grab my knitting.
Not that I got much done. Dru had to get there early to get some form turned in, and we (I should mention his friend Megan who was doing this, too) set up their bikes in the staging area and checked out the start and a cool little fountain and wiled away the better part of an hour and a half until race start.
And even then, I waited. Dru and Megan didn't go into the water until the 5th wave, and finally I could sit down for a bit and make the acquaintance of a pretty little pointer and watch the front swimmers already rounding the last buoy and coming in. All told I got a couple of rows knit in between watching the staging area for Dru coming in and then out and then Megan coming in and then Dru coming back in from the run. I had to be watching because Dru handed me a disposable camera and commanded pictures of me. Which of course had me facepalming and remembering I'd left my digital camera on my desk (I'd bought a catnip carrot for Laurier yesterday, and he's just funny-looking, drooling all over his carrot.)
So mostly waiting. It rained a bit, but I had my Jedi robe and I was keeping Dru's hat warm and there were enough hot men to oogle here and there. The dogs made it better best, I think. There was a little black pug and a beautiful Weimaraner, a pair of huge Great Danes,a Mastiff that came up to me and LEANED. A dozen and a half Labs and Goldens running around. At the beginning of the race, one poor Golden was frantic, wriggling and whimering and obviously wanting to jump in the water with all those *people* who were playing *without* her.
Don't know exactly what place Dru took, but he finished in an hour-fifteen, hour-twenty or so. First triathlon ever, just under 5 months from breaking his leg. He did good. Plus, he's hooked, and already planning on three or four next summer.
We had post-race waffles at this pub-ish place in Ballard. Good waffles, and no wait on a Sunday morning! Megan and Dru are both off to nap, and while I feel a bit nappish myself, I hardly think I worked enough this morning to earn it. Certainly not in comparison. But Hobbes is being all snuggly and I'm avoiding balancing my checkbook,
This morning at just a few minutes after six, I was helping my parents move to Crestone, Colorado, which had somehow transplanted itself to the Sierra Nevada mountain range in Californiw, and Dru woke me up, two minutes away from my condo. Oif. I barely had my teeth brushed when he arrived, but scrambled into clothes and even had the presence of mind to grab my knitting.
Not that I got much done. Dru had to get there early to get some form turned in, and we (I should mention his friend Megan who was doing this, too) set up their bikes in the staging area and checked out the start and a cool little fountain and wiled away the better part of an hour and a half until race start.
And even then, I waited. Dru and Megan didn't go into the water until the 5th wave, and finally I could sit down for a bit and make the acquaintance of a pretty little pointer and watch the front swimmers already rounding the last buoy and coming in. All told I got a couple of rows knit in between watching the staging area for Dru coming in and then out and then Megan coming in and then Dru coming back in from the run. I had to be watching because Dru handed me a disposable camera and commanded pictures of me. Which of course had me facepalming and remembering I'd left my digital camera on my desk (I'd bought a catnip carrot for Laurier yesterday, and he's just funny-looking, drooling all over his carrot.)
So mostly waiting. It rained a bit, but I had my Jedi robe and I was keeping Dru's hat warm and there were enough hot men to oogle here and there. The dogs made it better best, I think. There was a little black pug and a beautiful Weimaraner, a pair of huge Great Danes,a Mastiff that came up to me and LEANED. A dozen and a half Labs and Goldens running around. At the beginning of the race, one poor Golden was frantic, wriggling and whimering and obviously wanting to jump in the water with all those *people* who were playing *without* her.
Don't know exactly what place Dru took, but he finished in an hour-fifteen, hour-twenty or so. First triathlon ever, just under 5 months from breaking his leg. He did good. Plus, he's hooked, and already planning on three or four next summer.
We had post-race waffles at this pub-ish place in Ballard. Good waffles, and no wait on a Sunday morning! Megan and Dru are both off to nap, and while I feel a bit nappish myself, I hardly think I worked enough this morning to earn it. Certainly not in comparison. But Hobbes is being all snuggly and I'm avoiding balancing my checkbook,
