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The Derby

This weekend was my son's Cub Scout Pack's Pinewood Derby.  For those who do not know what it is, each cub scout starts with an official pinewood derby car kit and has to make a car out of it.  The cars are raced down a wooden track and the fastest car wins.  The cars are gravity driven. 

This was my son's first year in cub scouts and his first derby.  We had no idea all the ins and outs of building a fast car.  We let him choose the design, color, etc and he painted it.  He was assisted with the wheels, axles and weights by Grandpa M and Mom and Dad.

J was excited the morning of the derby.  We discussed good sportsmanship, etc.  I know he hoped he would place, but I also knew he would be fine if he did not.  The Derby started at 3 PM.  The Tigers went first.  Our Troop is the largest in the county, so there were approximately 30 cars at each level.  J is a Wolf and he was up next.  His car was in the second heat, so I positioned myself to try to get a picture of it.  I snapped the picture and looked over to my hubby to see how the car did. 
J's car is the white car on the right.


 J won the heat!!  



Then came his second heat, again, I really tried to snap pictures.  

Count down to start. J's car is the 2nd  car from the right.

Off they go!

Taking the lead!

The white blur about to win!

 J won his second heat! 

 After that, I stopped taking pictures.  My husband said, "You have to watch J's face when his car races."  So, I did when his car went again.  Again, J won his heat!  And he had the biggest smile on his face!

J won several heats and came very close to actually placing in his division.  We think his car missed placing by one heat! 

So, all in all, it was a good first Derby!  J has been carrying his car around with him all day today and is already planning his car for next year!


Comments

  1. AWESOME! I love watching my son's face during the derby too... they get SO EXCITED!

    As for an earlier post about marathon "tiredness", yea, I can relate to that. A few times every marathon season I lose a whole chunk of some weekend to a "nap attack" after a long run, and I learned to power nap between 1:45 - 2:05 on week days I run 10-12 miles. The "oh wow I really hate running even though I love running" thing is also normal, I promise. Take a few days and go to bed SUPER early. Like, put the kids to bed, go get in bed, even if it is 8pm. Your body will thank you, and you'll be mentally recharged.

    Marathon training is a process of breaking you down while building you up. Getting enough rest is NOT optional.

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  2. AWESOME! I love watching my son's face during the derby too... they get SO EXCITED!

    As for an earlier post about marathon "tiredness", yea, I can relate to that. A few times every marathon season I lose a whole chunk of some weekend to a "nap attack" after a long run, and I learned to power nap between 1:45 - 2:05 on week days I run 10-12 miles. The "oh wow I really hate running even though I love running" thing is also normal, I promise. Take a few days and go to bed SUPER early. Like, put the kids to bed, go get in bed, even if it is 8pm. Your body will thank you, and you'll be mentally recharged.

    Marathon training is a process of breaking you down while building you up. Getting enough rest is NOT optional.

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  3. YAY for Pinewood derby!!!!! Some awesome, congrats!

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