The Race

The other day I wrote about how a local sporting event was awesome about making accommodations so Bambam could participate in a kids triathlon. But I didn't write about the actual race. The race coordinator and I came up with several great accommodations that I thought would work for him. They allowed us early access to the course so Bambam could go through it before the race. Bambam was allowed to start after all the other participants so the crowds would have a chance to die down. He was allowed to scooter instead of bike as he still cannot pedal a bike. The MC would stop and the music would be turned off before he came to the starting line. And I would be allowed to shadow him on the course as support. It seemed like it just might work.

However, as many of you with ASD kids know, we still didn't know if Bambam would follow through and actually do the race. He loves sports of any kind. He's very athletic and participates in several adaptive sports programs. But this would be his first experience in a typical sporting event since the disaster that was AYSO soccer in kindergarten. (I should write a post about that, but its still too traumatic for everyone involved.)

When we arrived at the event there were over 400 kids there to participate! Plus all their adults and the loud music and the MC.... Bambam's anxiety immediately kicked into high gear and he froze. Then he started his mantra of "I go home, I go home now, I. Go. Home. NOW!" My heart sank. I knew how badly he wanted to do this. How much he would get out of it if we could just get him past the anxiety.

Knowing he wouldn't start for well over an hour (they start 2 at a time; 400 kids), we opted to wait (read hide out) in the adjacent building where it was quiet and we had a front row seat to the start. At first he spent his time on the other side of the room, occasionally even going outside on the other side away from the event. But slowly over time he began to occasionally wonder by the window and watch. By the time the last participants were getting ready to take off he was not only outside watching them but he was dancing around to the music and asking when it was his turn! We got in line.

When he got to the front of the line he hesitated. I had to encourage him to go. And then he did, running to the inflatable obstacle course and jumping in. As he was going through it, he would stop to bounce. At that point I knew he was going to do this race his way, a way that allowed him to mitigate his sensory and anxiety issues. Bouncing helps to ground him when he's feeling overwhelmed.  So he bounced like Tigger all the way through, taking his own sweet time. It was beautifully him.

He hesitated again before jumping into the pools to "splash". But once in, boy did he splash. He loves water and splashing and he made the most of his time in the pools. True to form, he again hesitated at the transition to the scooter. But with some prompting, he took off. And he took off fast; I struggled to keep up with him as I shadowed him along the course. He came to a complete stop twice while on his scooter; I almost ran into him the first time it was so sudden.  A group of people along the course were cheering, as most people would do. It was too much for him. He stopped and said "no clapping, too noisy". I simply looked at the spectators with a smile and shrugged my shoulders. I no longer feel the need to explain to every casual person we happen to pass. They stopped clapping and off he went flying by some of the other participants he had caught up to.

At the transition to the run (known as T2 in the triathlon world) Daddy was waiting to take his scooter so he could run. Only problem was that Bambam refused to run without Daddy. Or me. So with a shrug at each other and the race officials the three of us took off hand in hand in hand. With lots encouragement, and the enticement of a medal, we crossed the finish line together. And I'm not ashamed to admit I had tears in my eyes.

I was so damn proud of that kid. I know how much he wanted to do his own race. And I also know how motivated he is by medals. And this was a big one. But I also know how difficult this was for him. What an assault it was on his senses. How he had to fight with everything he has just to be on that race course. And how much it took out of him. With his medal around his neck, he retreated to his room with his iPad to recover. But by the next day he was already talking about his next race. Score one for Bambam.

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Just Ask

For the past 10 years our family has been attending and participating in a huge sports festival at the fun house. It all started 10 years ago, before we even owned the fun house. At that time my running partner and I decided to run a half marathon. So we went looking for one and found this one. We signed up and began to train.

When we arrived at the resort location of the run, we discovered that it was way more than just a half and full marathon run. It was an entire 3 day sports event including 3 different events for kids, the half and full marathons, long course and Olympic duathlons and triathlons, and a 10k and 5k. There was an extensive sports expo, booths and food and music and loads of fun.

We immediately signed our kids up for the kids triathlon called the "splash, pedal n dash". It was a fun event where the kids climbed through an inflatable obstacle course, ran through 2 kiddie pools (the splash), rode their bikes for 1/2mike (the pedal), then ran 1/4 mile (the dash) to cross the same finish line as all the other athletes. It was complete with timing chips, finisher medals, and official results. The older boys loved it.

We bought the fun house the next year and this sports event weekend became an annual tradition. I've run the half marathon, 10k and 5k at different times over the years. Mr. Fix it has done the 5k or 10k. The older boys did the splash, pedal, dash until they aged out at 13. Then they ran the 5k a few times before moving on to the duathlon.

Bambam has grown up watching everyone participate in races at this event. Except him. Last year he starting asking about racing himself. But with the crowds and the loud music and the MC and the cheering all along the routes, we were not convinced he would actually do it. Its been hard enough for him to just be at the finish line to watch family members cross. With his sensory issues, this takes everything he has.

But he kept asking to run a race. So, with nothing to loose, I emailed the organizers of the event and asked if they would consider a special needs division in any of the kids events. I explained that as a family we had been participating for the past 10 years and that now our 8 year old autistic son was asking if he could race too.

I really didn't expect much but thought I could plant a seed. Well, I got an immediate response which said that they didn't have time to consider a special needs division for this year, but what would it take for Bambam to be able to participate. I was pleasantly shocked. What followed was a series of emails and phone calls which resulted in a plan of accommodations we thought just might work.

I've learned many things from my special boy. One is that asking often leads to positive results. And even if it doesn't, you are no worse off than before you asked, what is there to loose? Speak up. Ask for what you or your loved one needs. I've found that more often than not people, organizations, businesses are more than happy to make reasonable accommodations. And for that I am thankful. So hats off to the sporting event that helped my son participate in his first race.