Go, Kenny, go!

This morning, I woke up at the crack of dawn (well, 6:30am), to watch Kenny compete in the Prospect Park Biathalon. As he looped around the park, he would call out my name and wave at me, and I would scream, "Hi Kenny!" It's funny how I could spot him even he when he was still so far away. But then I completely missed him as he rode in (the girl next to me was like, "Hey, isn't that your husband?") because two participants in front of Kenny almost got into fisticuffs over some stupid thing, like "hey, you rolled your bike on the back of my shoe." And of course, I was watching them avidly, like a soap opera, and missed the perfect picture of Kenny's transitioning from the bike part to the second run part.

I was so proud of Kenny — he finished 7-8 minutes better than last year!