As soon as he heard about the "Kids of Steel" triathlon, my 8 year old nephew Jack said he wanted to try to do it.
What?!? Snuh?!? Is he even related to me?
Well, he was serious. Or at least as serious as an 8 year old can be.
aside:
Basically, biking to his friends' houses was now called "training" and a supposed need for carbs became fresh ammo in his daily insistence that he only ever wants to eat bread for every single meal.
end of aside
Today was race day, and of course I was there with my camera a-snappin' and my rootin' a-tootin'.
He was last in the swimming heat, but that only put him behind by about 30 seconds because all the times were so close. He even passed two kids during the transition to biking, and then he passed nine more during the ride. Unfortunately, he was passed in turn by nine kids during the final running stage (or, in his case, the mostly walking with a sprint at the end stage) so he finished third last in his age category.
But the best thing about your very first race is it's guaranteed to be a personal best.
As always, I'm officially the Proudest Uncle Ever.
