Too Much Fun by Trina Jacobson
This past weekend was the San Diego Cyclocross Weekend in Balboa Park in and around the velodrome: 2 days of racing on the same course which started and finished on the velodrome. I didn’t race, but part of me wished I still had a cyclocross bike just for this weekend. The other part of me was sweating in the shade.
Since it’s free entertainment and we have several friends that are competitive in cross, I loaded the family in the car and we headed down. My son was totally confused as to why we were going to a race that I wasn’t racing. He was further confused as we arrived at the track without my track bike. We found our friends, hung out, and watched some awesome single speed racing while eating a spicy crab sandwich from the food truck. My Bad Mommy Moment of the Weekend came when the announcement for the kidddie race came; we didn’t bring my son’s bike. He was devastated and only fast and furious swinging at the playground could possibly make up for my error. I missed most of the Elite Men’s race, but we got to catch up with out of town friends on the way to the car.
Sunday was the second day of racing of the weekend and I wanted to be sure my Little Man got to try cyclocross out. After a ride on the trail-a-bike to make sure he was warmed up for his race, my sneaky way of getting an on-the-bike strength session in for myself, we headed down to Balboa Park. My munchkin practiced riding in the grass and the dirt; he practiced the transition from pavement to dirt and back up to pavement. With his helmet and racing sunglasses on, he was ready for the big race after a few skids.
My heart was in my stomach watching all of this: the kids started on the velodrome above the sprint lane and Ray got a little cocky and followed the helper kid almost up to the blue line. He clipped a pedal, but thankfully, he stopped and put his foot down on the right side. As he stood there in turn 2, I sprinted across the infield to his rescue, all the while video recording this because apparently I don’t know a pause button from a record button. Someone else got to him first and helped him down to the apron and set him on his way. He re-started his race like he was being shot out of a cannon! He railed the left hand corner to the dirt like an expert and did a little bunny hop over the concrete lip. Next came the barrier: he rode right up to it, got off his bike, asked Dad for some help, and he climbed over. Once over, he hopped back on his bike and took off again, making the dirt-to-concrete transition flawlessly. He rounded the bend of the track and finished strong. He held the lead and won his first cyclocross race!
He was coughing with is first case of track hack when I found him near the podium, so I gave him the water he asked me to hold for him. As he drank the water, I thought, “Being a Sports Mom is pretty cool.” The podium was also a new experience for him, and he didn’t like everyone making a bid deal out of it, so in the photo he’s pouting. After he came down, he said, “Mom, I didn’t like that part because it was TOO much fun.”
After the kiddie race, we found our friends and my Little Man went back to being a typical 4 year-old and played with sticks, until we found a cowbell. Then, he was the master cowbell ringer at the double barriers. Between riders, he drank his celebratory beer (root).
It’s good to let go of my own agenda and let the day take me and my family where it wants to go. It’s amazing to see my son experience and learn new things as quickly as he does. I take great pride in being a good role model in the cycling community, but I take even greater pride in raising a child who isn’t afraid to try new things, who is pretty good at using his words, and who enjoys a good cowbell.