Our poor blog has been so neglected... My apologies to anyone who reads our blog. I'll do better.
This last week, we flew to Panama City, Florida to watch Curtis' brother James compete in an ironman competition. It was an awesome experience to watch, however, I don't think I'd ever have enough discipline to train for one of those. Which made me that much prouder of James for doing it. :)
We stayed in a beautiful condo right on the shore of the most beautiful beach I've ever seen. The sand was so small and soft, and white, and the water so clear and beautiful. The weather was amazing, and it was a very enjoyable trip all around.
James competed in the competition on Saturday, and was in the top 40% of his age group, which was really good. I was SO impressed with all the men and women who competed, and even got emotional when this old man (in his 70's) crossed the line and was crying and so happy! For those of you who don't know what an ironman competition entails, it is a 2.4 mile swim, followed by a 112 mile bike ride, and ends with a 26.2 mile run. And you have to finish within 17 hours, or you don't qualify as an ironman. It was such an awesome experience to watch, and such a fun trip.
Here are some of my favorite pictures from the trip.
This is the view from our balcony. Our condo was literally right on the shore of the beach. It was awesome!
This is a view of the beautiful beach. I really think I was meant to live on the beach, cause it's my favorite place in the world!
This is kinda random, but I've always loved the show Ripley's Belive it or not!, and I was so excited to see this Ripley's museum in Florida. It was right by our condo, so we went one day, and it had some really cool stuff...
One of the many cool things in the museum... part of the Berlin wall.
James getting ready for the swim.
All the swimmers. It was utter chaos.
Curtis being supportive, and us waiting for James to pass on the bike portion (his number was 341, that's why it's on the sign).
James on the last stretch of the bike portion.
And James on the last part of the race.