Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Look Mom, No Hands!
True Triathletes???
A long, long, time ago, when I was a sophomore in college, I checked out a book from the library about how to prepare for an Olympic distance triathlon. When I realized all of the gear you would need, I decided running shoes were easier, so I went that route...but I never got the idea out of my mind. When we were in North Carolina, our friends came up with a great idea to rent a beach house in Emerald Isle and we'd spend the weekend and do a sprint triathlon. It was the best! We had such a fun time.
Well, one morning way back in February, while Joe was getting ready for work, I woke up to him saying in shock, "My jeans are tight!" I hadn't been exercising either...I decided we needed to do something drastic. I did a little research and happened upon the Pacific Grove Olympic Distance triathlon. We decided to go for it and the training began. After months of juggling our schedules and the kids to fit workouts in and listening to Kate and Jake giggle and fight in our bike carriage, it was September 11th, and we had dropped the kids off at my sister's house (Thanks so much, Jen!) and were sitting in our hotel room getting our transition bags ready.
We crawled in bed that night and didn't sleep a wink. Yes, I'm sure that means we are not true triathletes :) When our alarms went off at 5AM, Joe and I were already awake. He ate... I couldn't. I was so nervous I was nauseous...another clue I'd never be a professional :) Thankfully, we talked our friends Mike and Carrie Thompson (who had talked us into the sprint triathon a couple of years ago) into doing the race with us. I was so relieved!!!!
Here are Mike and Joe getting dressed, pumped and mentally prepared. They would start the race at 7:30AM and Carrie and I would begin at 9AM.
Notice the weather isn't that great? It was cold!!!

Do you see that water behind us? We were told we'd be doing our mile "kelp crawl" in 57 degree water. Those orange buoys out there are what we would be swimming around. Why did this sound fun?? I can't remember.
The four brave souls
Joe and Mike are down there among all of those green caps...
And they are off!!!!
Joe after the swim and getting ready to hop on the bike for 25 miles along the coast.
At this point, Joe and Mike had finished the race and was now documenting Carrie and me as we did the bike and the run.
Way to Go, Mike! Nicholas is proud of his dad, but a little confused as to why he had to wake up so early!
Do you see that water behind us? We were told we'd be doing our mile "kelp crawl" in 57 degree water. Those orange buoys out there are what we would be swimming around. Why did this sound fun?? I can't remember.
Berryhills Minus Kids
The Berryhill Clan...It's not often that we get a picture without all of the little ones, but we were up at the LDS Oakland Temple to do some of Uncle Larry's genealogy work and Mike needed a picture of his kids and their spouses for his website as he gets his campaign going...The only person we are missing is David, who is on a mission up in Washington...
Personally, I think he should have used the one below :)
Wonderful being with all of you, celebrating Larry's life.
Celebrating Uncle Larry's Life

It came as quite a shock. The day that Joe's dad announced he would be running for Congress, we got a phone call. We were awaiting a call to hear how the party had gone, but the news we got was not expected. Joe's uncle, his dad's only brother, had unexpectedly passed away from a heart attack when he was down in Argentina. The famous Uncle Larry--the amazing cook, the collegiate pole vaulting coach, the hunter, the story teller, the genealogist, the Alaskan lodge-owner, the fisherman...the man who got in a growling match with a bear... the list could go on and on. He wasn't married and didn't have any children, so he treated his nieces and nephews like they were his own. I had the chance to witness first hand his kindess, generosity, and adventurous spirit many times, but my most memorable time spent with Larry was when we went up to Alaska to his lodge and went halibut fishing. That was his territory and he felt just as comfortable up there with the moose and bears as he did with his parents. We will miss you, Uncle Larry!
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Happy 4th Birthday, Katie Pie!
The Princess Cake
The Princess :)
The princess celebrating that she's 4 years old!
Ohana
How can you not love the little guy?
Ready to Get Dirty!
The kids all put mattresses out on the porch and slept outside. I was a little worried if Kate would do ok-- but she insisted after snuggling with Lili and David, that she wanted to sleep with Aunt Alisa. She talked poor Alisa's ear off until almost 1AM. I think she was excited for this new experience with one of her favorite aunts! Thank you Alisa for putting up with the chatter! I'm not sure how you did it!
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