Unless you’ve lived through years of Central Texas droughts, you probably consider us perverse for praying for rain. This weekend, however, was weird for us because, for once, we we’re praying it didn’t rain. The reason: AJ was participating in the CapTexTri (Capital of Texas Triathlon). Swimming in Town Lake is never pleasant; swimming in Town Lake after run-off swollen Shoal Creek has been pumping oil, dog poop, and trash into it is just nasty.
So, ever since Friday, we’ve been shaking our fists at the gloomy skies. After all this is the week for memorable weather, the week when old-timers swaggle their fingers at the young and recall the Memorial Day flood (1981) and the Jarrell tornado (1997).
About 3 this morning we were awakened by thunder and rain. It rained moderately until 6 when it began pouring down. AJ’s Blackberry was buzzing with text messages. “Swimming cancelled. Stay tuned.” Half an hour later, “Event cancelled.”
A triathlon requires a lot of training on the part of the participants and effort on the part of the sponsors; I never realized how much. Everyone is disappointed…and now at 7:30 am, as people would be gathering to begin, the rain has stopped.