Today was the final running of the Lincoln Memorial Duathlon, and my first job was to show up at 6:30 a.m. with a large bag of ice. Turns out the ice was pretty much unneeded as it was a chilly morning, with off and on mist and breeze. The race won't be done next year as there were only 19 registered athletes... see the baby transition area?
That photo also shows the dark clouds that kept us guessing about the weather!
With so few athletes, they spread out pretty quickly. I was in charge of one of the timing stop watches, and after I clicked start, I headed down the path to the restrooms in nearby Pinewood Bowl... and by the time I got back, our speediest runner was already transitioning from the first 2 mile run onto the bike.
Then I positioned myself at transition to catch a few photos of the runners heading out on their bikes, and after a few, moved down to the bike course where the split off from the loop back to transition was, so I could assist with counting loops and correcting course errors. One poor gal that I know has a left-right confusion issue and ended up going an extra half mile on the bike because she came up the wrong hill the first time. Got her turned back onto the right path, and stayed at the split point until the second biker had completed his third loop and turned into transition.
At that point I needed to get back to the finish line, as I was "back up" timer. They swapped watches on me, and tasked me to hit the splits as the runners completed their second run, thus the entire race. It took 3 of us volunteers, old school, to mimic what an automatic chip timing system would do, but we pulled it off.
This, by the way, was our oldest participant: 71 years old today, turning 72 by end of the year, collecting his age group medal from the race director (who is also my coach/personal trainer):
After Carl's practice run at staying with Grandma yesterday, the cats have been marking me (rubbing up against) and purring a lot, now that they have reclaimed their territory. Prisoner especially. Rubia got "treed" by a clueless Carl, who was really only curious. She displayed full Halloween arched back and hissing behavior when Carl and I were re-entering the house and she was trying to exit.
She fled to the playhouse under the MBR balcony, and stayed there until well after Carl went home with his Daddy. I had to go outside and tell her it was just Mommy at home now, then she condescended to re-enter the house. Now they are curled up on the couch, at total peace.
The kitties might get a bit of a shock tomorrow, when Carl will be here all day while his Daddy goes to work. Daddy was only gone long enough to do the grocery shopping yesterday, but we figured it would be a good idea to train Carl that it's normal for Dad to leave him here for a while. Daddy doesn't want little Carl having bad feelings about his crate, you see... and since Carl and Grandma get along well, and Grandma's puppy day care is priced right... voila.
Here's hoping all my Spark buddies are out there making good decisions for your health and well-being on this one and only Sunday, May 19, 2019 we will ever get! Because we're worth it.