The clouds were bunched over Lake Michigan. In the space between the clouds and the horizon the morning sun began to show red. A few clouds dropped the dark streaks indicating a shower. Yet, overhead and to the west, the sky was clear. It was chilly in the dawn darkness as the first waves of participants, spaced four minutes apart, in the Chicago Triathlon awaited their turn to swim. Each wave was distinguished by the color of their swim caps. It was approximately a half mile swim, a thirteen plus mile bike ride and a 3.1 mile run.
Son, Lars, celebrated turning forty by doing the triathlon. It's a great spectator event allowing the fan club; grandma, grandpa, wife and daughter, to follow the progress of the swim by walking along the shore. Then, again we could intercept him as he ran and took a short cut to beat him to the finish line. He did well, meeting or exceeding the goals he had set. 9300 others joined him in celebrating his fortieth year. It was a grand party through which Mai-Evy slept.
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