An homage to Blossom:

WOAH, blogger is letting me blog again.  For a good 5 days it would not load a new post window. And now I have nothing to write. Blast.

Oh, Mike finished his Ironman. Go Mike! And now I should work...

Iron WHO?

Yep, it's that time of year again. Wherein my darling husband decides to exercise for the better part of a 24-hour period. Yep, you guessed it, it's Ironman weekend! A time for family and friends to gather, take pictures, play Frisbee, yell and scream at random strangers, make signs, chant chants (Iron who? Iron MIKE!), and for that select few crazies, become Ironmen. Good luck to all the lads and ladies out there this weekend brave and stupid enough to take on the 2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike and 26.2 mile run. I equally salute and pity you.

And to tide you over until my next blog (which, facing facts, may not occur in the next decade), here are some images from exactly 2 years ago this weekend:

The Contender


The cutest fan

The Finish

Good luck, IronMike. You are my favorite Ironman ever and I am proud of you! (Sappy, but true).