The Shooby Dooby Doo Swims, Rides, and Runs

She went over the hill to theater camp. 
They went into the valley for soccer.
Me?  To the garden.
Car.
Garden.
Pee break.
Garden.
Pea break.
Car.
Water.
Repeat.

Two significant things happened during this time.  Bee chewed my beautiful lovely gorgeous camera lens.  We also have no more water bottles.  She has destroyed them all.  The bitch.  So when the second significant thing happened I could only use my peediddly little point and shoot and thus explains the not-so-clear photos of the very special significant second thing that happened:

 Paul Bunyan did his first very real very first triathlon. 

I can't tell you how daunting it was for him- a shooby dooby doo competing against some of the best triathletes in the area.  Lots of professional looking bikes, helmets, sneakers, uni-suits, logos, etc.  He had no idea what he was doing.

However, HE WAS THE 6TH ONE OUT OF THE WATER!!   In the sea of yellow caps I couldn't tell which one he was in the water and so when he came out I almost shit my pants.

Now here is where things went a little haywire.  Where did that phrase come from??  Anyway, Paul didn't have his shoes already attached to his pedals and if you're anyone who is anyone in the triathlon world, this is what you do.

So, as he was "transitioning" for his bike ride all the "professional" riders who SUCK at swimming were passing him because they've got the switcheroo down pat.  Where does that phrase come from?  Jessum crow.  And where does THAT phrase come from???

He sat there and put his socks on and tied his shoes and put his shirt on and buckled his helmet and all the while 19 (!!) riders whipped past him with their aerodynamic bike helmets and their shoes already in their pedals and their bikes with the drinks that have the straws coming up to their mouths all took off in front of him.

And then his chain fell off.  And then his laces got stuck in the pedal.  And he had to get off his bike twice to fix these issues.

And he almost bonked at the beginning of the run because he put some Goo in his mouth and he'd never had Goo in his mouth because he's (you know) a shooby dooby doo triathlete and he almost puked.

But he finished!  Under an hour and a half.  Half way through the pack.  Right after the "professionals"- the first of the shoooby doooby doos.

I have never been so proud of Paul.  Honestly, I can't wait for the right shoes and the right bike and the right helmet and the right transition and the right day because this shoooby dooby dooo is going to knock the socks off those professionals next time.  Oh, that's right...they don't wear socks- it takes too much time to put them on.  farkin' a.  Okay then, he's going to knock the one piece suits off of them!!


And now next week we return to:
She is in the bay for art camp.
They are over the hill for adventure camp.
Me?  I'm in the garden.
Car.
Garden.
Pee break.
Garden.
Pea break.
Car.
Water.
Repeat.


BEER!