SheFly
07-13-2011, 03:16 AM
So, in case anyone hasn't noticed, I sort of have a passion for cycling. That passion extends to really wanting to make a difference, and to share that passion with others, to get them addicted, er, I mean, hooked, too.
For years, I have led beginner MTB rides, women's rides, junior clinics, and have even become the president of our cycling club. I have ridden thousands of miles, raced up to 50 races per year, and spread the love of the bicycle.
This year, DH and I have become directors of a junior cycling team for our club. It's really VERY exciting! We started with 2, then 3, then 4, and now are up to 9 boys aged 15 to 18. They LOVE to ride, and their enthusiasm is so refreshing. They ARE full of testosterone, and do still require some care and feeding (quite literally).
We have been taking them out for team rides on Tuesday evenings. Two weeks ago, we had one junior who neglected to tell us that:
He had never ridden more than 32 miles (and this was an advertised 50 mile ride).
He was out of water, and food.
he was in trouble - until we were about 10 miles from home (the shortest way possible).
He ended up literally collapsed on the sidewalk with really bad cramps, and dizzy from being dehydrated. We picked him up, brought him back to the house, and fed him Gatorade and some salty snacks. He was fine, but it was a good glimpse into what we were really getting into.
Last night was another team ride. We went out on the roads for a paceline ride before heading back to a locall cemetary to practice cornering drills in a reasonably safe place. No traffic, and we are VERY resepctful.
Just before the end of the night, one of the juniors set up for a corner, and missed. He hit the deck pretty hard, taking the brunt of the crash with his face :eek:. At first, we thought he was ok - lucid, moving and pretty upset that this had happened - again (he crashed out of a race on the weekend, but he was taken out by another rider). As we sat, and started making our way (walking) back to my house, I realized that things were more serious. He didn't know what day it was, where he was, how he got there, or what had happened. He asked over and over what happened and if he was bleeding. He said too many times to count that he probably shouldn't drive home.
We got him back to the house, and called his dad. Unfortunately, dad didn't sound happy, but was on his way to collect Junior. We got him cleaned up, answered what had happened so many times we finally wrote him a note and put it in front of him, and waited for dad. When dad arrived, there was, understandably, quite a bit of concern, and Junior was taken to hospital.
Dad mentioned a couple of times that he was concerned about Junior getting into racing seriously, especially with 2 crashes so close together. I did my best to let him know that Junior was a strong rider with good skills, and that neither was really his fault, but Dad didn't seem to want to hear it. Then it came out that they were leaving for a bike trip in France on the weekend :eek:. No wonder he was upset!
I have a lot of guilt over what happened last night, even though there was NOTHING that I could have done. We were in a safe place, with 3 adult leaders, going at slow speeds practicing skills. I keep telling myself that, but still feel so guilty.
Maybe this isn't for me after all...
SheFly
For years, I have led beginner MTB rides, women's rides, junior clinics, and have even become the president of our cycling club. I have ridden thousands of miles, raced up to 50 races per year, and spread the love of the bicycle.
This year, DH and I have become directors of a junior cycling team for our club. It's really VERY exciting! We started with 2, then 3, then 4, and now are up to 9 boys aged 15 to 18. They LOVE to ride, and their enthusiasm is so refreshing. They ARE full of testosterone, and do still require some care and feeding (quite literally).
We have been taking them out for team rides on Tuesday evenings. Two weeks ago, we had one junior who neglected to tell us that:
He had never ridden more than 32 miles (and this was an advertised 50 mile ride).
He was out of water, and food.
he was in trouble - until we were about 10 miles from home (the shortest way possible).
He ended up literally collapsed on the sidewalk with really bad cramps, and dizzy from being dehydrated. We picked him up, brought him back to the house, and fed him Gatorade and some salty snacks. He was fine, but it was a good glimpse into what we were really getting into.
Last night was another team ride. We went out on the roads for a paceline ride before heading back to a locall cemetary to practice cornering drills in a reasonably safe place. No traffic, and we are VERY resepctful.
Just before the end of the night, one of the juniors set up for a corner, and missed. He hit the deck pretty hard, taking the brunt of the crash with his face :eek:. At first, we thought he was ok - lucid, moving and pretty upset that this had happened - again (he crashed out of a race on the weekend, but he was taken out by another rider). As we sat, and started making our way (walking) back to my house, I realized that things were more serious. He didn't know what day it was, where he was, how he got there, or what had happened. He asked over and over what happened and if he was bleeding. He said too many times to count that he probably shouldn't drive home.
We got him back to the house, and called his dad. Unfortunately, dad didn't sound happy, but was on his way to collect Junior. We got him cleaned up, answered what had happened so many times we finally wrote him a note and put it in front of him, and waited for dad. When dad arrived, there was, understandably, quite a bit of concern, and Junior was taken to hospital.
Dad mentioned a couple of times that he was concerned about Junior getting into racing seriously, especially with 2 crashes so close together. I did my best to let him know that Junior was a strong rider with good skills, and that neither was really his fault, but Dad didn't seem to want to hear it. Then it came out that they were leaving for a bike trip in France on the weekend :eek:. No wonder he was upset!
I have a lot of guilt over what happened last night, even though there was NOTHING that I could have done. We were in a safe place, with 3 adult leaders, going at slow speeds practicing skills. I keep telling myself that, but still feel so guilty.
Maybe this isn't for me after all...
SheFly