Monday, June 24, 2013

Tri-mom

So, as some of you may know, Sammy competed in a Triathlon over the weekend.  He was inspired after a 5K race he ran in the fall.  He's been talking about doing more races ever since, so when this came up he thought he would give it a try.  His swimming skills consists of doing flips off the diving board and dunking his sister as often as possible.  He loves the water but has literally never swam laps before.  His biking skills are even less impressive than his swimming.  He usually just rides his dirt bike down one block to the basketball court to shoot hoops, rides it home and then tosses it into the grass.  He wouldn't be caught dead in a helmet either.

Needless to say, I was frightened.




His age category was required to swim 6 lengths of the pool (150m), bike 4 miles (YIKES), and run 1 mile.  I took him to the lap pool for the first time 4 days before the race and he struggled to swim one lap, down and back.  I coached him to just pace himself and take breaks in between each lap.  He laughed extremely hard when I told him I was on the swim team my freshman year of High School.  He laughed even harder when I told him that my coach hated me simply because I sucked.  He told me there was no way he was going to do this race if he needed to take "breaks."  Easy, "Mr. Awesome-sauce."


Two days later, he was swimming 150m with NO breaks.  His determination kills me.  The first time he did it, he gave me a giant fist pump and yelled "VICTORY LAP" and off he went.  By the 3rd day, he swam 500m with ease.  I think we may have found our winter sport.  He's already better than I ever was.


I don't know when he became so competitive but I kinda like it.

The bike portion of the race was definitely the most frightening.  Since his bike is a few years old and the chain has a mind of it's own, he borrowed by dad's.  He learned 3 days before how to switch the gears.  He rode the bike twice for about 10 minutes each time.  I tried to gently let him know that 4 miles is a REALLY long distance and since he's never rode for that long before, he needed to just pace himself.  In fact, I told him to pace himself about 100 times last week.  I think it had sunk in, but for no good reason whatsoever.  THOSE KIDS WERE INSANE!  They laugh in the face of pace. 




I titled this post "tri-mom" because apparently that's what these nut jobs call themselves.  I like to let my kids try new things and do fun races, but only on a healthy level of competition.  I loved watching him train himself and get so excited about his accomplishments.  He went to a CWS game the night before and told me he couldn't even focus because he had butterflies in his stomach the whole time.  The good kind.  He said it felt like Christmas Eve. 

When we arrived Saturday morning, he was 1 of maybe 10 kids wearing an actual swimsuit.  The rest had on those bike short speedo things.  That stressed him out of course, but he got over it.  (Note to self:  dress your child like an Olympic athlete next time).  We set up his stuff in the "transition zone" and had no clue what we were doing.  So we just copied the kid next to us. 


Transition zone




The gate out of the pool into the "transition zone"


Sammy watching the 12-16 yr old race before his.

Since there are only a few lanes in the lap pool, they jump in one at a time and it's a race against the clock.  They put ankle bracelets on them before they jump in that times everything they do.  Sammy was 3rd in the pool.  Competitors came from all over the Midwest for this race and the majority just follow the triathlon around the country!  He got lapped by 2 girls.  Two crazy girls.  When he got out the pool, I could tell he wanted to trip them but he refrained.  He hopped on his bike and away he went. 


Nice suits, boys.

Good thing he wore orange socks.  Only way I could tell he was still alive.

THANK THE LORD that the weather was starting to get bad because they could only do ONE bike lap instead of 4.  Those clouds rolling in were a gift from God!  They ended up only biking 1.3 miles.  It was by far the hardest part for him.  The running mile was a cake walk.




There were only a very small amount of kids that were competing in their FIRST triathlon.  Several of them had already done 2 or 3 this summer and still have 8 left this season.  Sammy finished the race #79 out of 140 kids.  That was 4 minutes behind the 1st place finisher and 12 minutes ahead of the last place finisher.  Not bad at all considering zero kids paced themselves!  Little shits.  Would have been nice to know before I created the moto "pace yourself."  Kind of an embarrassing moto when the "tri-mom's" are all yelling "CATCH UP!"

As of now, He's not so sure he would do it again.  He said it was the hardest thing he's ever done.  The race he did in the fall was such a positive experience and he finished 1st in his age group.  He plans on doing many more 5K's and hopes to run the 10 mile next year.  The triathlon?  Now that is just an accomplishment.  Something  he can say he did.  Something not too many kids his age can.  I'm so proud of him.





Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Lateness

I'm going to call this the 'better late than never' post.  Summer time is usually pretty busy for us but this one will go down in history.   We've had almost no down time but I'm always amazed that people care about my blog updates.  Thanks for reading, friends!

First up, Nebraska Dance recital 2013.  The week that makes your head spin.

Holly's ballet dance.  This gaudy beatuiful costume was Holly's favorite. 

The ND recital was a blast as usual.  By day 7 of our 12 hour days, we have usually passed exhaustion and hit dillerium.  Since it gets harder as shows go on to weasle energy out of the kids, I'll share with you one of my favorite moments.  I'm going to get in trouble for this one for sure.... (not really).

Ladies and Gents, my boss:



Love you, Steph!  (crazy face ;s)


This little "energy circle" was pretty classic backstage.  If you were in the audience, you may have heard  the roar of laughter from behind the curtains.  Aside from Steph and Mandy doing their jazz dance from 1990, my favorite was Holly's face from her front row to the Tanner show...


classic on so many levels

My job is as fun as it looks.  Even when we are so tired that everything looks blurry. 

Holly had auditions last week for an amazing new program we've created for 3rd and 4th graders.  I want to cry with excitment for next year.  I'm sure there will be lots of new memories made on the new "Core" program but I can't deny the fact that I felt choked up about Jumpstart coming to an end.  It was a fantastic 2 year run.


Proof of how much Holly adores Kathy.



Twin audience members: Mayzie, Stella, and uncle Mike's bicep.  Also,  TWO MORE DAYS TILL MOMMY AND ME!!!


Since Jumpstart is officially over for Holly, she has passed the torch off to Melrose.  Mel thrives on competition so we have no doubt that she will love every single second.  Can't wait to see both of these girls on the competition stage next year!




Once recital week ended, we had exactly zero days to recover before wedding week began.  Even though Mandy and I felt slightly disconnected from all the planning, we were able to jump right in to the excitement.  We had plenty of fun girly things planned for the week and Mackenzie did not fail to entertain us.



Take her or leave her, Blake!

The wedding was the most beatiful wedding ever.  Since she married THE PK of the church, it was huge and extravagant and breathtaking.  Big screens and all.  Blenzie rocked June 8th like it was their job. 


Mr. and Mrs. Beauchamp
P.S. Kenze, why is this picture blurry?  I stole it off your FB page.

All the kids were in the wedding, which was wild but fun.  They had the time of their life and were so excited to hear (quote) "Pastor Les announce them Uncle Blake and Aunt Mackenzie."  It's a day no one will ever forget and we were honored to be a part of it.




Since the wedding, I turned 31.  When your birthday falls on Father's Day (which it did) you may find yourself at the CWS looking at hats (which I did).  Even though I shared the day with my daddy (happy fathers day, daddy) and my husband (you're my favorite), the day was spectacular.  It was the first day that FELT like summer.  It was the first day I got into a pool and putting on a swimsuit was not as terrifying as I thought it would be.  Turning 31 feels great too.  Nine more years till I'm 40!

I also want to blog about our journy through select baseball this season, but I better not.  Just know that I have LOTS of material that is not approriate for the internet.  Speaking of my favorite boy ever, he is competing in a triatholon this weekend.  He's super excited and so am I.  I will try my best to blog about it before I go to Daytona next week.  Oh BTW, I'M GOING TO DAYTONA NEXT WEEK!!!!!

ND = Nebraska Dance
PK = Pastor's kid
CWS = College World Series
BTW = by the way


You're welcome, grandma.