Last weekend the girls and I got a taste of Razor's adventure racing world when we were volunteers in a race he helped organize. The girls were with him from registration Friday evening through the end of the race at 8pm Saturday night. I joined them early Saturday morning and manned the boat take out check point.
We had an absolute blast. The athletes were funny and kind . . . always thanking the volunteers for being there. I don't know if I was racing for 12 straight hours in rough terrain if I'd be cognizant enough to thank the folks manning the checkpoints and signing off on passports.
I take that back.
I know I wouldn't be cognizant enough.
|Not Razor. Rather, one of the many adventure racers at this years Jackrabbit Adventure Race|
Even after boating in freezing water at the break of dawn, trekking for dozens of miles, and biking for dozens and dozens more, they were still full of smiles.
|Again, none of these guys is Razor. But the squirrelly one there in bright yellow is our neighbor. This was their first race and they killed it! Way to go Smokey Mountain Multi Sport!|
Adventure racing is not a spectator sport so we can count the number of times we've been at a race with Razor on one hand. Being at this one and helping him pull it off was incredible. Our family, working together, doing something that my husband loves. And loving it too.
And loving him even more.