Why my husband is way more motivated than me

Last summer, Keith decided he was going to do our local park district's mini-triathlon.  He didn't train much, but he did pretty well.

This summer, he set his sights on bigger things: The Chicago Triathlon. 


He did the international version of a triathlon.

 A 5-kilometer swim in Monroe Harbor in Lake Michigan, continued with a 40-kilometer bike ride in laps north and back on Lake Shore Drive and ended with a 10-kilometer run along the lakefront and around the Museum Campus with the finish on Columbus Drive.

That's just crazy.

But you know what? 


His goal was to finish the race, and he did.

He was 407 out of 474 in his age class.

He set his goal for 3 hours, 30 minutes.  He completed in 3 hours, 44 minutes.

Not too shabby for a first timer.

I got up way early, took the 6 a.m. train into Chicago, walked half a mile to the lake front, then spent the day roasting in the sun waiting for him to cross the finish line.

Did I mention it was like 94 degrees out?

I'm so proud of him.

Plus today is his birthday.

I love my husband.


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