Spring and summer are so busy.
Spring and summer are so busy when you have kids.
Spring and summer are so busy when you have kids and hobbies and you spend nearly every weekend at a motocross track. Before you know it, spring and summer are over, and hopefully, you're left with pictures to remind you that busy is good.
Busy is really, really good. Sharing weekends together at the track is even better, and it's not just about the racing.
Track days are about so much more. I'm a wife of an endless adventurer, one who has also dedicated days and months and years to racing motocross. My husband has celebrated huge wins and suffered big too, now donning an amount of internal hardware similar to the nuts and bolts section of the local Ace Hardware Store.
When we met, I thought the time at the track was about earning a coveted spot on the podium. We'd pack the moto van with the 2004 CRF 250, PB&J fixings, sleeping bags and a few post-race cold ones. At the time, I thought it was all about the racing. I thought that I was tagging along to watch him do his best to snag a win and help drive his tired and sore body home. But I look back, and for me, it was all about the adventure.
It was about spending time together, supporting each other and feeling supported. It was about creating some kickass memories while earning a few bucks if the day turned out as we hoped it would. I wasn't giving up my weekends after all. I was gaining so, so much.
Those few bucks piled up, and eventually bought me my engagement ring. I joke now that I'm ever indebted to the sport. Smart move, right?
Now we travel differently. We fill a ridiculously sized motorhome full of toddler gear, real meals, and endless snacks. We bring dirtbikes (plural) and strollers and bicycles. We pack so much that I'm in awe every time that I will, in fact, forget something important. I don't forget to pack pretty good wine and he still packs his PBR for post-race bench-racing. I still stand by the fence, my hands wrapped in the chain-link and my heart still drops when the gate does. I still cheer and I still hold my breath when he hits the triple. The big difference now is that my other hand is wrapped around our daughter's. We're raising a track kid, and we're working hard to be an example to her that track days aren't just about the racing. Sometimes, I still drive his tired and sore body home. But, we're doing more than just that.
We are celebrating each other and our hobbies. We are teaching our kids how much fun it is to turn off the television, get outside, run and jump and play, get dirty and sleep hard. We are making the kind of memories that will last a lifetime and we are loving our real and true life friendships that we've made over the years.
Don't get me wrong, I appreciate a top three finish. But I appreciate even more the weekends traveling together and waking up on Monday morning, knowing that my weekend was probably better than everyone else's at the office.