Tri babes and the boys who love them

Judith, Me and Elaine swimming at Quarry Lakes in Fremont.
Elaine is my swimming buddy from the Y. Elaine has the courage of a lion. When faced with clipless pedals, 1000 meter descents, or oceans filled with sealions, she never hesitates. I'm always hanging out in the back assesing the situation and running though my excuses on why I shouldn't go down the hill, or out into the ocean and she's already taking the plunge. Fearless, full of faith, and a good friend.

Judith never gives up. I've never known anyone with such a capacity to achieve. What I like about Judith is her style. If there are two ways of getting something done, Judith will find the third way that is uniquely hers. She's tough, she's brave, and she doesn't give up.

And there's me. Well, I'm just the crazy person that talks the others into these things.










Elaine, Judith and Me at Mermaid modeling the ever fashionable wetsuit ensemble.











My husband Kurt, Judiths husband Ben and her two kids Joey and Timmy. Our tri boys! Wes (Elaines boyfriend) is missing from this picture.

My husband Kurt is the most patient man alive. Ever since I've started this triathlon nonsense he has been there 100% for me. He has been dragged all over California, stayed in some really cruddy hotels, gotten up way too early in the morning, missed breakfast, lugged my equipment here and back, suffered sun burn and boredom, all for me. Let's face it-triathlon is a boring sport to watch. At best you might see your loved one for 2 or 3 minutes as they race in and out of transistion. And the longer the distance, the more time you have to kill between transistion. But he doesn't complain (much!). He cheers me on when he sees me, and he's always there at the end to hug me even if I am sweaty and gross. And it's not just race day that he puts up with. There's a mound of laundry in our bedroom that I have sworn to get to as soon as I'm done training. It's been there the entire summer. And yet he waits patiently. My husband sends me off to train with his blessing. He puts up with weekends running and biking and swimming at the lake. He suffers through my early morning alarm going off so I can get a morning run in. Since starting triathlon I've purchased two wetsuits, two bikes, four swimsuits, numerous amounts of goggles, bike helmets, running shoes, and enough athletic paraphenalia to open my own sporting good store. He doesn't say a word. Actually that's not true. What he says is "I'm proud of you honey, you're awesome" Out of all the stuff I have, and the training I do, my husband is the most important part of triathlon to me.