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CapTexTri "pics" (not pictures)

On Memorial Day, I was a spectator at the CapTexTri, searching carefully for my neighbor, Liz, and for our friend, Dave, the only two people I know who were in it.
This was one of many starts and finishes.
Here goes Dave on the first of two loops around on his bike during the sprint tri.
More water shots. I never did locate Liz, but she was on adrenaline after finishing well.
There were so many in this triathlon compared to the wimpy one I did a couple weeks ago. I wanted to see what to expect when I do the next one in September in downtown Austin.
Here's Dave, in the red shirt, after he finished. There were so many spectators and it was hard to take pictures. He did great, finishing 5th out of 76 in his 35 to 39 group. And that was after not feeling very well.
I squeezed in to get footage of him crossing the finish line. My voice is shrill sounding. Nice job, Dave! I'm anxious to hear how my friend, Bobbi, and her daughter, Heidi, and son, Marshall, did on their triathlon in Utah today. I can't wait to hear all about it! By the way, I finished my first week of "Couch to 5K" training and it went well.
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Heidi said…
Kelly- I did get your text. That was so nice of you to think of us! It was a great experience. Oh and my number 9 was because of my last name- it was done alphabetically. My mom registered before me yet she was number 650.
June 01, 2009 9:39 AM
Julie V. said…
That looks fun.
June 01, 2009 2:34 PM
Unknown said…
Awesome pics! Thanks for posting them. Hopefully you accomplished your mission and are psyched for the Austin Tri in September!
June 01, 2009 7:59 PM
Bobbi said…
The warmer water sounds so appealing. Thanks for the encouraging texts the night before our race. It was hard but we finished--and probably want to do one again. Good luck on your continued training!
June 06, 2009 7:45 PM
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