About a month ago, I caught wind of a "kid" triathlon out near Herriman. I told the kids about it and they imediately wanted in. The girls had been very envious of Ethan doing the novice one last month. The age cut off for this one was to be seven years old by December 31 of this year. Lauren turns seven in September, so she made it! My concern was that they would be off doing the race on their own. I wasn't worried about Ethan, but it made me very nervous to send the girls off because they are busy streets that they race down. The race os lined with police officers and volunteers, but it is still open to traffic and some drivers are just plain stupid. I emailed the race director and asked if I would be able to bike and run with them, and she assured me that was okay.
I callled Courtnee to ask if her boys would be interested in doing the tri, and Carson was. Our kids were so happy to have their cousin race with them!
This morning was a very early one for me, which was hard because last night was a late one for me. Lots to do to get ready for these things and I am always up past midnight. As I type this, I am about to fall asleep.
|Hailey and Carson|
When I got back near transition, Cody was waiting with the little boys and the cameras and I was almost in tears as I told him about the crazy Nazi officiator. I went and put my bike and helmet back at camp, and then we waited there for our kids to come down the bike course. Carson and Ethan came through very quickly, then Hailey a little while later. It was Lauren that I was very worried about. She was so tired and already emotional when she got done with the swim.
We waited. And Waited. And waited. Still no Lauren, no Gene. My heart was pounding and I was scared. What if something had happened to her? What if she fell off her bike? Minuted had passed since the last biker came through, and there was no sign of Lauren. I said "screw it" and I got my bike back out of transition and headed back out on the course. Finally I spotted Lauren's bright pink shirt, and Gene's blue shirt close behind her. "She has a flat tire!!" Gene yelled. Lauren had tears running down her face, but she was pedaling hard and focusing on the task at hand. "Her tire popped two miles ago!" He told me.
Moments later I heard police sirens and looked behind and saw six police cars following us. They were giving Lauren an escort! I asked her if she wanted to get off her bike so we could walk out bikes the rest of the way. "No way!" She said as she cried. "I am finishing it on my bike!" Her poor back tire was completely flat. No air in it at all. Her little legs pushed and pushed and she was shaking. She had ridden like that for two miles!
"Mom, I want to run the whole way to the finish line." I think her adrenaline took over and she picked up the pace. "Do you think anyone is still there, or do you think they all went home?" I told her I didn't know, but we knew that our family would be there.
As we got closer to the finish line, we could again hear the music booming from the speakers and we could hear the MC talking into the microphone. We rounded the last corner and I guess everyone spotted her pink shirt and the crowd went CRAZY. I cried, and she just smiled. So so so many people, adults from the sprint even, were hanging around just to see her finish. "This is the absolute best part of the entire race!!" The MC said into the mic. She said I got the mom of the year award, but I don't know about that. I was just so happy for Lauren, and for the other kids, that I didn't care about anything else.