Megan Anne

So I went all sorts of crazy a few months ago and signed up for a triathalon, before you think too highly of me, it was a mini one. It happend when my family said “lets all sign up for a triathalon.” And by that ALL I figured we all would. I was the only one that signed up, up until a week before the race.

It was a great experience to see how out of shape I really am, and to show that to everyone in the stands. But, it was fun to do it with all the eight year olds. Yes, the eight year olds did beat us. But I will have you know these eight year olds were offsprings of Michael Phelps/dolphins. They crashed my self esteem, but I brought it back up when everyone kept asking what the permanent marker “70” was on my arm and leg, and when I told them I did a triathalon (I left out the mini part) they thought I was hard core. I’m not hard core. But it was fun, and I have so much respect for real athletes who can swim.

Notice us lined up in front of the little kids, thinking we could beat them. What were we thinking?

I won a cool trophy that I might actually use, instead of displaying them in the bottom of my closet. Not.

There are so many great moments caught in this picture. One friend pushing the other off the slide. One friend chocking a girl she doesn't know?

Then I went to a slip n’ slide that was covered in baby oil. So not only did we slide an extra 20 feet off the tarp, we left oily and smelling like a baby. We ended up bleeding from the grass, and the rain came pouring down. But we left with great stories. That's what it is all about. Then we enjoyed some homemade peach ice cream. (I may have made it) And if I can do it, it was definitely easy.