The Yankee had another race at at beautiful Blalock Lakes in scenic Newnan, Ga. this morning. Here’s a panorama of the swimming start. Click to embiggen in a new tab:
I think it is evocative of some 1970s sentiment, what with the faded into chemical oblivion effect the early morning sun offered, and this translucent guy who decided to pop up right in the middle of the shot, only to disappear again. I bet if we look really hard we can see what he’s thinking.
Speaking of early morning, Jimi Hendrix’s Watchtower before 7 a.m., there should be a rule one way or the other on that. As in, every morning or in never in a morning. Not sure which.
Anyway, The Yankee is on the right side of this picture, waiting on the start command:
From a different perspective, atop the levee, you can see the last heat, the red caps, waiting to begin their race. Some of the green caps, the second wave, are already returning from their 600-meter swim.
One of these red caps doesn’t know it yet, but he’s about to be hurting. He made it about 570 meters went suddenly hypoxic and they had to fish him out of the water. He scared us all for a while. They put him in an ambulance and had to talk him down like he’d had too many drinks. He wanted to finish the race, but there was just no way. His poor wife was understandably terrified. They took him off to the hospital. The race organizer, at the end of the day, told me he was doing well. They were giving him more tests. It was nice to see, though, how well they took care of that guy.
Hey, what were you doing as a 12-year-old? I don’t know about you, but I wasn’t racing triathlons:
Here comes The Yankee, back from her 14-mile, hilly ride:
One day I’ll get a good picture of her on the bike. But she’ll have to ride more. She’s been off for a week because of, first, a bike repair and, then, an illness. Despite all of that she still won a medal, placing third overall:
Another Saturday, another piece of bling.
