No, not this one:
Though Mom did have quite an affinity for running the museum steps in Philly. Alas, that was before I knew her.
I mean this guy:
Not to be missed -- my piggies wanted in on the camera action, too.
Rocky is a friend of my Uncle JP's from waaay back when he and Mom lived in Baton Rouge. Mom hadn't seen him in probably 20 years! Rocky was working as a massage therapist for the Ironman Triathalon held in NOLA on Sunday. It's the one day out of the year that the city looks healthy. Of course, then all those fit people leave, and we're left with hand-grenade-swilling-fried-dough-munching regulars...
Since Abita sponsors the race (every race, it seems), the athletes all tend to stagger, bob and weave out of the park once they're done.
But they look fit doing it!
Mom and Dad went to visit Rocky down at the park where the athletes finish up. Rocky spotted them coming and Mom was impressed. She couldn't figure out how -- and he said, "Well, you look like your mom."
We thought Nana would find that entertaining.