The day before
Treadfest, we packed up the van and drove to Lake Geneva after lunch. Ted's sister, Sarah, and her husband, Dan, joined us for the weekend. Dan decided to try out a WORS race and even had a new bike to break in for his WORS debut. When we arrived, Ted went to pre-ride the course while Sarah joined the kids and I at a playground nearby to visit. Valerie had so much fun going up and down the slides all by herself, while Almanzo enjoyed eating the dirt. Yes, he is all boy, that's for sure! Of course, the slides were also wet from the rainfall the night before, so Valerie was just as messy as Almanzo by the time Ted finished his pre-ride.
We had a little while before we had to meet Dan for dinner, because he was busy watching the football game. We decided to walk around downtown Lake Geneva for a little while, but, when we realized we were starving, Sarah waited for Dan while Ted, the kids, and I went right to
Ryan Braun's Tavern & Grill. Dan and Sarah joined us soon after, so we decided to order our dinners right away.
When our dinner arrived, Dan noticed his spaghetti had big chunks of sausage in the sauce. It was not quite what he was expecting, so he told the waitress he wanted "meat sauce", not "sausage sauce". "The menu says 'meat sauce' and this is not 'meat sauce'", he said. The poor waitress (who seemed to be new to her job) quickly apologized and told him she would fix it right away. He soon got his spaghetti with "meat sauce", but still wasn't completely satisfied. When the waitress asked him if he liked it, he said "it's ok". She said, "Just ok?" and he replied, "well, it's not my Sicilian grandmother's spaghetti recipe, but it's ok."

Shortly after she left, another employee came over to our table. He was an older gentleman and introduced himself as Ryan Braun. He was very concerned that Dan would leave as an unhappy customer and asked him about his meal once again. Dan explained that it just wasn't what he was used to, because his Sicilian grandmother always made the best spaghetti. We could tell by Ryan Braun's accent that he was Greek, so Dan tried to explain to him that Sicilian spaghetti is quite different than what he was eating. Ryan Braun insisted on giving him his meal "on the house", but when Dan quickly explained that it was really not a problem, he asked if he could bring him something else. When he mentioned dessert (specifically a delicious lemon cake that we all shared), Sarah's eyes lit up, so Dan agreed to have dessert "on the house" instead. When Ryan Braun left, Dan said, "No wonder he can't make spaghetti; he's Greek!" Ted, Sarah, and I had been trying so hard not to laugh the whole time he was talking to the owner, but we burst out laughing the moment he said that.
After dinner, we followed Dan and Sarah to their hotel so Ted could pick up his Golden Bike he had lent to Dan and Dan could show off his new Trek mountain bike. Ted, of course, had to take Dan's bike for a spin and, when he returned, he had the biggest grin on his face. It's that grin that reminded me mountain biking is something Ted really loves to do. He's a pretty calm, mellow person, but he really gets excited about anything biking related.
When we finally left to check into our hotel, it was almost 8:00. We gave the kids a bath and then let them play while we watched the History Channel. They were showing all kinds of footage from 9/11 taken from home videos. I remember watching some of the news coverage, but, after a while, my mom tried to shield us from it by not turning on the news. I don't remember seeing coverage right after 9/11 of the cloud of dust and debris that enveloped a huge part of the city. I could almost feel the panic and terror of that day as I watched the home videos. It was horrible, but, somehow, I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I think sometimes it's good to be reminded of things like that, no matter how terrible they are, because it reminds us where we've come from and to be thankful for the life and freedoms we do have in America. It makes me want to hold on tighter to the ones I love and brings me to my knees.
Around 10:00, we finally turned the tv off and attempted to settle our little ones down for bed. We had decided that, since we had a king size bed and Valerie has a hard time sleeping in unfamiliar places, that she would sleep with us. We brought the extra pack n play for Almanzo and, while I tried to nurse him and rock him to sleep, Ted attempted to calm down Valerie. When she realized it was bed time, she started crying and, because we had let her stay up later than usual, she was very crabby and whiny. It took almost an hour (and some tears of my own) to finally get them both settled for the night. Thankfully, once they were both asleep, they slept really well. Valerie only woke up once and it was just because she had maneuvered herself to the foot of the bed and was disoriented when she realized it. We quickly repositioned her and she fell right back to sleep cuddled up between us. Almanzo didn't wake up until almost 7.



After showering and eating breakfast, we packed up our stuff and loaded it back in the van so we could go watch Dan in the Citizen race. After watching the start and cheering him on, we found a shady spot to watch the rest of his race. We waited...and waited...and waited...and wondered if something happened to Dan. Sarah walked to the finish and finally found him completely exhausted. He said he threw up at one point and just couldn't bring himself to do another lap. I think it was a lot harder than he expected, but thankfully, after some rest, he said he still wanted to continue riding and would work at being ready for the race next year now that he knew what to expect.




Ted's race went better than the precious race, but he didn't quite make it to a top ten finish once again. He had a rough start and was in 20-something place after the first lap. By the end of the race, however, he ended up in 11th, so he raced well despite a rough start. Sarah and I took the kids to watch the "rock garden" during one of the laps. Basically, they had to ride over a huge pile of rocks barely wide enough for one bike. We watched a few people go over their handle bars or crash off to the side as their bike hit a rock in the wrong spot. It was crazy how easy most of the riders made it look, because it didn't look like any fun at all to me.
For more photos from race day, check out
my Flickr album.