Theresa and Erin are going to Ironman again this year. On July 24 they will slip into the water at Whistler, swim 3.8 km, bike 180 km then run a full marathon of 42 km. They've both been before and know what needs to be done when it comes to their training. So this weekend was not so unusual but I thought I'd whine about it anyway!
See, the problem is that misery loves company and there was little chance that I would be sat at home on Saturday while the ladies were out battling the killer headwinds, SSE 42 km/h gusting 4000 or something?, not and stay married anyway..
So on Saturday, Erin and Scott went down to Bengough to ride the Big Muddy while Theresa and I went to Southey. The wind was quite ferocious and really made us work, but it was sunny and not too hot so we made the best of it. 4 1/2 hrs, 115km later we were done. I was too busy holding on to the handlebars to take any pictures.
Go home, have a snooze, think about relaxing...my butt is killing me.
Until Theresa says, " Hey, Erin and I want to go to Ft QuAppelle tomorrow to run the Lions 1/2 marathon then go for a ride after. Will you drive us ?"
Of course I will... Because I live with an Ironman.
I didn't follow them on the course, because I had a few things to do in town, get a coffee and have a nap maybe? And frankly, I've already got a million pictures of Theresa running!
A burger and real coke after the race set them both up for the ride.
We rode along the east? side of Echo, completely brand new pavement and a joy to ride. At about 20 km we ran into Donna and Kevin, so we had to stop and visit. Then it was back to Ft QuAppelle following these two incredible athletes.
We stopped off at the gas station to get Cheezies for Theresa, a slurpee for Erin and an ice cream for me, Then home...
Where we had about 15 mins before my daughters, husbands and Grandkids, Theresa's mom, her sister and husband all came over for supper.
Monday will be an easier day for the ladies. They're "just"swimming.
I tend to be the noisy one, Theresa and the Ride Leaders are the real story.