My Grand Man

This weekend Justin competed in his first triathlon! It was a 1/3-mile swim, 20-mile bike and a 5K run. He has been recovering from an IT-band injury, so we were really glad he was able to run. He did really well. I think his official time was close to 1:40. I think. I was proud of him for just finishing... I could never do anything like that, I am quite sure. He said his knee felt great, and the swim was the hardest part.

While I waited for him on the sidelines I started chatting up this cute little guy who had already finished. (He was in the elite group...impressive). He didn't look a bit tired, so I told him so. He had on an Auburn jersey, so I asked him if he went to school there.

He said, "Yes ma'am."

REALLY?

Ma'am?

I am not even thirty.

He ma'am'd me a couple more times before our conversation was over.

Now, I am very proud of his mama for teaching him some manners, but I really do not feel as if I should fall into the ma'am category.

Because in my head, I am still 18. Or at the oldest 21.

And I for sure don't feel like I look like a ma'am!

Do I?

Turns out he is on Auburn's triathlon team. No wonder he didn't look tired.