Thanksgiving morning, some of my crazy family decided it would be fun to participate in the YMCA's Annual Turkey Trot Biathlon. Two of my sisters, and my brother-in-law, decided it would also be fun to drag Martha and I along with them to count laps at 7:30 in the morning.

My sister Genevieve runs marathons, triathlons, climbs really tall mountains, and generally loves this kind of stuff. She is the one to blame for all the excitement. This was April and Jeff's first event and we are so proud of them. Genevieve killed the other 4 participants in the swim portion and then headed out into the freezing cold for the run. Jeff didn't drown and so I was happy not to have to use my CPR skills.
My sister Genevieve runs marathons, triathlons, climbs really tall mountains, and generally loves this kind of stuff. She is the one to blame for all the excitement. This was April and Jeff's first event and we are so proud of them. Genevieve killed the other 4 participants in the swim portion and then headed out into the freezing cold for the run. Jeff didn't drown and so I was happy not to have to use my CPR skills.
The start
Booking it down the road
After the swim was over, Martha and I jumped into the van and yelled motivational things from our nice warm, cushy ride. I think the other runners thought we were probably crazy. After it was all over, Genevieve was interviewed for a local news program, and we all headed home for FOOD!
Frozen Hair, didn't her mother teach her not to go out with wet hair?
Crossing the finish line



