My Iron Man

Nate accomplished what many never will even attempt on Sunday when he completed his first half Iron Man.

I could not have been prouder of him through his 1.2 mile swim, 54 mile bike and 13 mile run.
It was a beautiful day for spectating, but hot as all get out for the competitors. I can't imagine what it takes to keep someone going through 6 hours of physical endurance. The will and strength to succeed and finish must be so great.

My country roots couldn't help but to capture this pituresque scene in rural Minnesota. Reminded me of good old Viroqua.

The run was ridiculous. It was a half-marathon on the side of an uber hilly highway with cars speeding past all of the runners. I kept thinking the organizers of the course should have made them all keep their bike helmets on while running, but then they would have all looked a little like Special Ed from Crank Yankers....ahh I am aging myself.


Anyway, back to the superstar...Nate plowed through the run and didn't quit. Here he is bringing it up the last hill into the home stretch:

I admire my husband for his courage to try, his attitude to start, and his perseverance to finish. He didn't quit. He didn't falter. He didn't even ask for my iPod. And I offered it to him every 2 miles.

Here he is with the buddy he trained with showing off his much greater manliness amount of chest hair. Oooo...so sexy. We have a sew job for Mom too because Nate's jersey took a rough beating out there...
Congrats Honey...I am amazed by you and can't wait to see what you do next.