Quote Originally Posted by Bluetree View Post
A few weeks ago, I was talking with my parents about my obsession with triathlon, and explained to them the difference between road bikes and TT/tri bikes. My stepdad eventually handed me a blank piece of paper and told me to write down exactly what I was looking for in a tri bike... size, frame, components, everything. He said it would be my Christmas present, sky's the limit.

I handed the paper back to him, blank, explaining that if I wanted a tri bike like that, I'd have to earn myself... through sweat, training, racing, exhaustion, whatever it took. My road bike will do for now. I'm so grateful that my folks are supportive, but triathlon is just something I have to do (and buy) for myself, even if I can't afford the best bike out there.

So... under the tree yesterday morning I find a little box with my name on it, and inside are five crisp new $100 bills and a note saying: "You won't let us buy you a bike, so here's your new Kangaroo wet suit. Love, mom and dad."

My folks rock, even if they confused "Kangaroo" with "Quintana Roo".
WOW! You are so much stronger than I am. I would taken that tri bike in a heart beat... then again, I'm kind of broke and will have to go into debt to buy a new bike over $500!

That is so awesome they gave you money for a new wetsuit though! Really cool! HA! On the Kangaroo comment.

But you know what, it's not the money... it's the fact that they LISTENED to you when you talked and remembered what you are interested in.