Saturday my sister, Marjorie Watkins, and I participated (competed is too strong a word) in the 31st Annual Spudman Triathlon in Burley, ID. It was a glorious sister experience. We swam a mile side-by-side, we rode our bikes 25 miles side-by-side, and we slogged (slog is our new favorite word for a jog so slow it is measured in inches per hour rather than miles per hour) 392,832 inches (6.2 miles) side-by-side. SUPER!
In an attempt to document our adventure, we took sister selfies along the way. Taking selfies is an art form that we have not yet mastered. Who’d have thought it would be so difficult to take a credible photo of oneself? Tanah makes it look so easy….. Practice improves performance, however, and, by the end of the event, our selfie technique had improved considerably.
Doing triathlons is also an art form that we have not yet mastered either but practice improves performance…right?!? Marjorie and I participated in Wave 8 this year and we invite you to join us in Wave 8 (or in your appropriate competitive wave if you wish) next year.
A word of explanation: The Spudman is organized into “waves”. In past years, there were 7 waves, each starting 10 minutes apart, and participants had to start in a specific wave, competing against people in their same age and gender category. This year, for the first time, Spudman officials opened a “friend and family” slot (Wave 8), a non-competitive category that allows people of various age and genders to participate side-by-side.
Side by side, Marjorie and I had a super sister experience doing a triathlon together. In March we had a super sister experience doing a 65 mile bike ride in Mesquite together. In September we will have a super experience (I hope!) doing the “Salt to Saint” (bike relay from Salt Lake City to Saint George) together.
“I have a challenge for you,” Marjorie said to me as we prepared to start the triathlon Saturday.
“Yes?” I responded.
“I challenge you to find something we can do together that does not involve pain.”
Good idea.
Suggestions anyone?
Love,
Teresa