Superman

You know how sometimes you get that little voice telling you that you shouldn't do something you are about to do? Just for the record, that little voice is screaming at me now. I am sure Cory won't appreciate this post, but if my luck holds out, he will continue to pay absolutely no attention to my little "family embarrassment" blog.

My husband is Superman. He decided a week ago to do an Olympic distance triathalon. For those of you who are not triathalon officianados (?) thats a 1 mile swim, 25 mile bike ride, and 6 mile run. I am pretty sure I couldn't do any of those by themselves, let alone back to back. After putting in 40 minutes of training for a whopping three days, the race day arrived. We dragged ourselves down to the lake........and, well, the pictures tell the rest of the story. From what I hear, it was 2 hours and 58 minutes of pure hell :) I enjoyed myself on a blanket with some snacks and a book. I couldn't help myself. I had to blog about it. He really is Superman to me.