Ahhh, so it goes.

So, Luc's first race experience was not the great time we hoped for. He made it halfway through practice before coming off the track in tears...he'd fallen at least 10 times by then and was so frustrated with everything, he didn't know what else to do but cry.

Every time I think of the look on his face when I finally helped him make his way off the track, I want to cry myself. It breaks my heart that his first experience was not even remotely fun for him.

He had a great time on the drive up, and LOVED camping the night before and seeing all the kids. He was SO excited to sign up and get his practice bracelet. He went to bed like a very good boy and got to watch some Nitro Circus on the DVD player...this kid thought he was in heaven.

Then it rained.

Rained turned that primed track into mud...fine for the big bikes and even for small bikes with experienced riders. But Luc didn't realize (and I still don't think he understands) that if he would've just gone a LITTLE BIT faster, he would've faired much better. He was tentative about the slippery mud, and wasn't getting on the gas and got stuck and fell over and over and over.

SO, now we go back to two weeks of practicing, and then we'll try a Friday night race at Chilton and see how he does there.

I'm really letting all of this bother me...not sure why. I just wanted him to have a great experience and he really didn't. Just makes me sad for him. :(

That's all for now, I guess.

xoxo-Jenn