Wow... there is a ton of dirt and sand here. Somehow, I have gotten allergies with hardly a plant or mold spore in sight; atleast I hope it is allergies.
Yesterday the girls and I ventured out to the Ironman race village. They got to meet Les, Taz and Lawrence for the first time. They are officially little bike monkeys in the making now; they will probably know the difference between 9 and 10-speed shimano parts before the alphabet :)
While Kevin and the rest of the race group waited in line to get their race packet for the event myself and supporting spouses jumped in to volunteer with packet pick-up. Needless to say... the organization for the packet pick-up was lack luster. Rather than trying to reinvent the wheel someone had created we did out best to keep it lubed and the line moving. After going horse from explaining the intricasies of the waivers that needed to be signed we moved ourselves to the actual packet distribution where someone called out the number and we scrambled to get the correct one. By 12pm we were cooked, especially the girls. Lesson learned - the girls will not be able to make it the entire day out in the open on Sunday so we are now trying to devise as plan of spectating and caring for premmies at the same time. We are crossing out fingers that the girls and Kevin will be able to make it to the finish line now.
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