Escaping to Blue Ridge

Son told me the best part of this past weekend was seeing the broken “camoose” that sold hot dogs. Listen…we visited Blue Ridge, GA away from the ’05 and went to Mercier Orchards were he took a tractor ride, we went out for ice cream, we went on a train, we went to a park on the Toccoa River, and we tubed down said river. Meanwhile, I ran the Escape to Blue Ridge Tri The Mountains Triathlon. You think he might find something a little better than a building shaped like a caboose that sells hot dogs to be the highlight.

Sunday morning, we woke up at 5AM..yes, all of us, and Nate refused to eat a Krispy Kreme doughnut. I don’t know if you are familiar with the “Hot ‘N Now” Krispy Kreme empire, but they are damn good. Crazy kid…Anyway, we get up and he wonders where the sun is. But, he is a trooper.

Son seeing beauty in Nature

As the sun rose over the mountains and Lake Blue Ridge, I knew it was going to be a great day.  My swim started off poorly, but I went into the bike with trepidation. There were hills. I mean, HILLS. It was an out and back course so every hill I went down out meant uphill on the way back. I arrived at transition two confident that I could do it. On the way out of the run area, I tweaked my left ankle. I ran the 3.2mile run with white shocks of pain coursing up from my foot. I finished as I saw son and wife cheering for me. It was a great day.

Daughter, meanwhile, has been in Virginia visiting relatives on a horse farm. She has learned to ride thanks to their guidance. How do I know? Not from daughter. I have spoken three words to her since she left. Out of sight, out of…

Daughter comes home tomorrow and I head to a guy’s night out at the movies. The Dark Knight Rises beckons. I only need a cape to be a superhero. Just ask my son.

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  1. #1 by Wife on July 23, 2012 - 7:04 pm

    He left out the part where he KILLED that Tri.

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