Two weekends ago, my 11 and 13 year old daughters and my 41 year old husband competed as a team in a local sprint triathlon.
The 13 year old, Boo, swam the 500 meters. She hopped out of the pool and tagged Razor who then biked the 15 miles.
Once he was done biking he tagged my 11 year old, Licious, who ran the 5K (3.2 miles.) And she nearly caught the overall winner on the run. Whom I might add is a full on triathlon-er.
I waited in the cold morning air with every form of technology hanging from my neck or wrists capturing it all on digital film, video or cell phone. And I was proudly the loudest "whoot-whoot-whooter" there.