Race against cancer

Saturday was the annual Race Against Cancer, an epic mountain bike race located just over the American River, in a place called Cool, California. Cool boasts some pretty phenomenal events for a township of 2500. There's the 50K run in April, 2 mountain bike races in the spring and numerous other endurance events involving running and horses.

Training for an event has taken on a different meaning in the last couple of years--it's more about finishing than winning, about learning how to balance time to train with work and family. Before parenthood, training was a way of life. This race has many categories to choose from, and fortunately, is more a race against yourself than other participants. Right up my alley. The super-elite rode 24 hours on their mountain bikes, starting at noon on Saturday and wrapping up whatever was left in their legs at noon today. Many were sensible enough to be part of a team, allowing time for rest, food and possibly beer, if so inclined (yes, mountain bikers are known to consume alcohol during long races).

I chose the 8 hour solo event, a pretty big stretch for me these days. I don't normally have that kind of time on my bike anymore, but these last 6 weeks, Shane has done everything he could to support me in my preparation.

It was certainly painful, but not nearly as painful as going through cancer. Not remotely close to what our friend Dan Moores went through, who 3 years ago completed the Western States 100 mile run, and last year died from leukemia after a brave and horrendous 8 month battle undergoing brutal treatments in total isolation. Or what my dear friend Ramona's father went through, being stripped of all his dignity, brilliance and his life from brain cancer. Halfway through the course, pictures of people's loved ones graced the hill as we rode past, reminding us that we were suffering by choice, and to have choices in life is a privilege. To be cherished.

I'm putting on a brave face before the start. I've done this race before. I know what I'm in for.
But these 2? Couldn't be happier. Jasmine was enticed by the prospect of snacks in abundance. Ask her what her favorite food is and she'll say snacks. Cliff bars, organic yogurt drink, and Annie's organic bunnies are some of her favorites. She has never objected to rice chips either, sans salsa and guacamole.
They were a great support crew for me--every lap, they were there at the start/finish with food, drink and major encouragement.
Playdoh on the feet.
Lambchop in the backpack.
Our little spot for the day.
And the grand finale, Jasmine was introduced to a portable DVD player. We received this as a gift last year from my mom as we were anticipating 3 weeks in the hospital for her pulmonary sling surgery. We never needed it and decided it was a great way for J to pass a little time between laps. Seriously, could she be any happier?

There's not much more I can ask for than a day racing my bike with my family at my side. Cherishing these precious moments in life...