FAIRMONT TRIATHLON
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Gomsrud Park

In 1983 she shared her dedication and efforts with an additional project - The Fairmont Triathlon. Her energy to support and cultivate this event was uncanny.
Liz’s fight with cancer began when she was thirty-nine. It ended when she was two months past fifty- three.
From Her Daughter
The first year that we did the Triathlon, my mom was numbered “303” and I was numbered “302.” I asked her why she had “MOM” written on her and I was stuck with a lousy number. She found that to be humorous. From this point forward she would sign her name “217” instead of “LIZ.”
The year preceding each Triathlon the Gomez family was sure to save each and every milk jug to recycle and use for the Triathlon. She would fill each milk jug with water and have it available for the transition stations for people to use to clean the sand and lake water off before moving to the bike portion of the event. These milk jugs were also used year round at the pool for flotation devices when children were learning to swim. Funny, this does not seem to be a common practice in this day and age. It worked great and supported her strong belief in recycling.
The Fairmont Triathlon was a wonderful part of my mom’s life. She found it to be a challenge rich in bringing health to the community. She was proud of this event. To say that she’d be honored to have her name associated with it would be a tremendous understatement. Thank you.