When you have a 10 year old who runs his butt off, after biking and swimming in the freaking cold, and then goes back on the coarse to cheer his little "Bro Bro" on, your heart melts. It melts all over again when your baby (Ok, he's 5), crosses the finish line with a FAT smile telling every person he saw, "I WON! I DID IT! I WON!" It was a great morning.