The things we do for family...

About a week ago, I got an email from my brother-in-law Mark. His challenge? Let's get together a team and do a triathlon! We all know that I maintain a trim physique, and am in peak physical condition. So I'm in. Still, I embark on a rigorous training program for the next ten days to prepare. It consits of candy eating(carbo-loading), reading(mental endurance), carrying the baby(strength), and working on final projects in three classes(endurance). It paid off big time! Collin was the wise one and bailed with the excuse of intestinal distress. So Mark stepped up for a second event. So husband & wife comprised Team Mangum competed alongside dad, daughter, and odd man Team Adam-Adrian-John Heaton-Call-Call (our official name on the race bib). Adrian and Mark swam, Mark and Papa John biked, and Janna and I ran.

If you remember back to Saturday, it was a beautiful day for a race with the rain/sleet/snow and all. As I prepared for the run, I grew somewhat apprehensive about the weather situation as I watched the steam billowing from the wet bodies of racers fresh from the pool. They prepared for the bike leg of the race and quickly gained a coat of slush on wet heads.

Slush soaked Mark and John ride in shortly after the paramedics arrive to treat some hypothermic racers (honest!). The run however was uneventful. I still got sweaty and apparently my carefully honed fat layer prevented any chill from sneaking in. Lindsey spectated and somehow convinced the guy with the bullhorn that his time would be best spent encouraging me. "RUN ADAM RUN!" It was a good time, nobody died, and I wore my shirt with Chuck Norris on it. And here's the proof.