As you've all been reading I'm sure, the race this weekend was full of ups and downs, especially with the passing of Kevin Parks. What a shame. Reading all of the heartfelt posts on the thread about him, one after another describe a very special guy. It's a great thread reading about all of the people he touched, especially the small acts of kindness that made such a big impact on people.
So for me, this weekend I had a lot of conflicting thoughts. On the one hand, I was upset about Kevin dieing, and on the other hand, I was excited about participating in my first 24 hr race at Starvation Ridge, and my second race ever. I was really looking forward to testing myself and working with my team to get through the weekend.
After hearing the news I thought about what to do and decided to carry on. And as I mentioned in another post, one minute I was excited and caught up in the moment, and the next I was sick to my stomach.
But two things really stuck in my mind and I wanted to mention them as I don't really know about them and was hoping someone could fill me in.
1. During the last lap of the race, after 9:00 am, I saw a group of riders tearing through one of the checks, and a bystander mentioned "they are riding for Kevin". So I assume some folks did a lap in Kevin's honor? What a cool thing to do.
Seeing that really filled my heart with a good feeling and got me a bit choked up.
They come into this vid at around 20 secs or so:
Does anyone know who they were?
2. During one of my laps, which I 'think' started around 6 am, I came upon what looked like a father following along behind either his son or daughter. I couldn't tell, but he was clearly riding shotgun for what looked like a younger rider. I just assumed it was a parent and their kid.
I fell into line behind them waiting for a bit of wider track as we were on a tight section, and passed as mellowly as I could and just thought how awesome that is that a dad is out there with his kid, riding around doing laps. Clearly the dad could have been roosting along and no doubt would have smoked me, but there he was patiently looking after his own.
This was another moment that really filled my heart and inspired me to be as good of a parent as I could be. I know its a simple thing, but it really struck me as something special.
Does anyone know who that was?
So, two very special moments during a weekend that was otherwise filled with a lot of grief.
Lastly, if you have any other special stories about the race, feel free to chime in.
Ed










