Transition Training - Family Style

T1+2

With 3 out of 4 family members racing in the Moab Tri, we figured we'd better practice our transitions before race day. Noah and Max were pretty stoked to be able to "work out" with us. We would all do some imaginary swimming (Karl is especially good at this discipline!), then run to our bikes, hope on, and ride one loop around the apartment complex.

Look at Max balancing on his little bike. He is so good on his bike, it is unbelievable. He has had a few (minor) accidents lately because he is maniac and won't brake. If I yell "BRAKE", he just screams "NO" and goes full speed ahead! I've given up...

To make things more fun, Karl added in a few wheelies. So did Noah. Notice that we even brought the lion along in the bottle cage! After a lap of biking, we put on our running shoes and off we went again. On our 3rd bike lap, I attempted to practice a few cyclocross mounts and dismounts. Max is not used to me jumping on and off the bike, so he crashed into me full force and got quite some road rash. So we called it a day and did some more packing for our trip.

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