I’m 38. Actually I forgot I was 38 today at the triathlon and told the guy with the permanent marker I was 37. It wasn’t until the ride home when I remembered that I am actually 38. Brain fart.
My Mom came with me, which brought me back to my childhood when she would attend my gymnastics meets. In the same role, she was there cheering me on, helping where she could and simply being present. yay. Although we broke the rules without realizing it when she stood in the transition area with me to help me put on my shoes after the swim. Nobody is allowed in the transition area except the participant. ha ha
Here is a picture of the swim–I’m way over to the left, trying to avoid the feet kicking in my face.