Two weekends ago we went to Red Lodge MT for a triathlon called “Peaks to Prairie.” This was our second year in a row of attending this event, but the first year we had a paddler to make it a tri instead of a duo.
Andy and Daniel were joined this year by Bill, a paddler.
Andy took the electronic anklet for a 9 mile run from up the Bear Tooth Highway through the town of Red Lodge, and I had a setting not right on my camera, only getting blurry photos of him – stupid mistake on my part, and I should have know better.
Getting everyone to the spot they needed to be in was a chore, and the timing was tough. Andy runs the 9 in just over an hour, and during that time I was shuttling necessary items and information to Bill, who was 50 miles away waiting for Daniel. Daniel was in Red Lodge, spinning to warm up. Daniel’s wife was up the road with her three little children trying to get the camper packed up and down to where Daniel would complete his ride before they missed his arrival.
He usually hates to be alone – at home, at the office, anywhere. But he was there in a town he barely knows all alone, and he did well. It was the first in a series of things the past couple of weeks that have built up his confidence.
It seems like the life of a thirteen year old is full of opportunities for maturing and growth, and I’ll have more to say about that in the next few posts.