|Before the race.|
So that's why, when he told me he wanted to participate in a triathlon I knew that he was going to take it seriously.
He was going to train. And train. And train some more. He worked out twice most days, for an hour each time, running or biking or swimming. We completely changed the way we eat, eliminating most foods that don't do us any favors - including, for the most part - beer. And pasta. And potatoes. And cake.
We've both grown unnaturally fond of almond butter and kale. But not together. Mostly. I think he made smoothies out of them a few times.
|Transition area - where he started the bike ride.|
|Beginning the bike ride.|
|Back from the bike ride.|
He killed it.
|Setting off on the run.|
(Recently I've discovered zuzkalight on youtube. I love her and hate her all at once. Also my sore muscles thank her.)
|If you look closely you can see Christopher almost at the finish line. |
And that's Sebastian running after him.
Of course, we celebrated that night with beer and cake.
|After the race.|
You are welcome, Christopher.
|Accepting his trophy - which Sebastian is storing |
in his bedroom next to his own soccer trophy.