That would be Joe. Not me. Yes, he was only in California for less than a week and one of those days he would be completing an Olympic distance tri on our home turf in Pleasanton.
This looks all too familiar. Gives me butterflies. Making sure nothing is forgotten.
4:30ish in the morning. He's ready to go. One kiss and he's headed out the door and I'm headed back to bed :) I'd be there soon enough.
Is that the lighting? Or is he just really ripped? It's gotta be the latter ;) As Ben Hansen has mentioned on previous occasions, "Let's wait until Joe get's here to help us. He is the strongest in our family." Haha. I love it. That's my farm boy...
AND GETTING READY FOR...
HE DID IT!
another kiss...this one a bit sweaty...
And lots of smiles. Happy to be finished!
His photographers and cheering crew! Mom stayed home with the kids so they could sleep in after our busy day at the beach. And did they ever sleep! We thought they'd make it down to welcome Joe across the finish line! Nope... not a chance. They snoozed up until the very end.
SO PROUD OF YOU Joe! Now let's go get some ice cream at the Dairy Farm :)