Swim. Bike. Run.

I was at the LA Triathlon today and almost started crying as I watched a mom cheer on her son.

She had been standing across the race path from me, sort of pacing and reaching her neck out over the crowd looking for her son.  Once she spotted him, she looked down at her watch, her eyes widened and she squealed at the top of her lungs.

She yelled "Oh my goodness, that's such a good time! Go, honey, go!" And as he passed, she turned to start running with him.  She put her hand over her mouth in disbelief and pride took over her body.  It was as if she could clear a skyscraper building as she did a hop, skip and jump to catch up with him.

I watched her all the way to the finish line with tears running down her face and a smile ear to ear.