Triathlon Triumph!

We did it! Connor and I competed in our first triathlon this weekend! "Before" photo is above! Connor's friend's Dad (in the truck by me above) challenged his son Jackson (red hair, second from left) and three of his 7th grade buddies and their parents to compete in the Tuckahoe Triathlon this year: 2 mile run, 10 mile bike, 1 mile canoe paddle. This mini triathlon is run mostly in "teams" so I drafted my baseball mom friend Lori and signed up. We had a great time and finished even faster than we thought we would, especially Connor and his partner Henry who led all racers after the run!


When Lori and I emerged from the wooded run trail (Lori kicked my butt on the run), we were ecstatic to see how many bikes were still waiting for their riders when we hopped on ours and headed out onto the road course. We were NOT last! Woo-Hooo! Peddling through the miles and miles of corn was my favorite part and then we had a huge laugh at our jelly legs when we dismounted the bikes and tried to jog over to the beach for the canoe paddle. As we got into our canoe, we saw Connor and Henry crossing the finish line (1 hour, 10 minutes, 36 seconds) as we headed out.

The canoe course on the fishing pond was a ton easier than the creek we trained on in Annapolis so we were giggling with relief through the whole last leg. As luck would have it, we coasted to a finish right along side Connor's friends, Jackson and Ricky, in 1 hour, 23 minutes and 4 seconds. Check that one off the life list! And add it back on again. The whole group agreed, Tuckahoe 2010!

Stinky and wet at the end, but ready for another race!

We are the Champions!

Owen's Rattlers baseball team won the 9U league championship game on Saturday by a score of 1-0, bringing their 2009 season to an impressive 9-1 finish. Owen started the game on the hill and pitched four scoreless innings before leaving the mound at his pitch count limit. With the game still knotted at zero in the bottom of the last inning, Owen hit a walk-off double to secure the first-place trophy for the team! Awesome, OJO!

Try locating that strike zone, buddy! Owen developed a reputation throughout the season not only for his skill and talent, but also for his passionate and vocal play in every game, all the time. He was king of 9-year-old mind games and just about drove everyone crazy with stuff like weird stances, crazy dugout chants, mean scowls from the mound, very loud glove thumping, constant chatter with every first base coach he met, psyching out the opposing pitcher from the on-deck circle, and marshalling the other infielders as though he were a general at war. He is still Owen, after all. BUT, he never argued a call all season and at the end of the championship game, the ump told Owen they were best friends! Now that's a storybook ending to a great season!