On the starting line with Beyoncé

5月 07 — 2019 | Santa Cruz, CA

Celebrating the small, unexpected victories in motherhood and bike racing.

Words byKatie Zaffke 
Photos by: Dain and Katie Zaffke

Beyoncé and I have a lot in common: we’re both moms (we even had babies in the same month of the same year), we both have careers, we’re both really good at singing and dancing (debatable, some might say), etc. If we lived in the same town, I know that we would be the best of friends. So, I couldn’t wait to check out her new film on Netflix called Homecoming. I grabbed a glass of wine, got comfy on the couch, pressed play, and watched to see how Beyoncé balances her career with motherhood.

I’m not just obsessed with Beyoncé and how she does the balancing act. I scour the internet in search of stories of moms that are doing it right. I hang on every word from the other moms at our baby music class. I constantly ask my sisters and friends for advice on how to “sleep train” my baby, or how to potty train my baby, or whatever it is at that moment in time.

Is Beyoncé winning at motherhood, or am I winning? Can we both be winners? Typically I live in a reality where there is only one winner.

If you know me, you know that I love to win. So, after watching Beyoncé’s film (or when I find an interesting #momlife story on the internet), I naturally compared myself. Is Beyoncé winning at motherhood, or am I winning? Can we both be winners? Typically I live in a reality where there is only one winner. So, I’m pretty hard on myself when I compare myself to other moms. Especially since this whole motherhood thing isn’t really that easy. It’s not like beating someone at cornhole, or air hockey, or a mountain bike race. No one told me how to do this. And, I’m not just naturally gifted at motherhood like I am at air hockey. My competitive nature makes me beg to see Beyoncé holding a crying and squirming baby in her arms. I want to see bags under her eyes. I want to know how hard it was to fit workouts into her busy schedule. Motherhood for her isn’t really that easy, right? But, at the same time, I’m also deeply in awe of everything she’s accomplished pre and post-motherhood (and those hips). I’m inspired by her. And, I’m happy for her that she’s making it all happen.

She’s a mom. I’m a mom. She’s good at singing and dancing. I am too. I think it’s pretty obvious that this one is a tie.

But, there’s only one winner… so who is it, me or Beyoncé? Beyoncé made a film about her performance at Coachella, weaving in behind the scenes footage on motherhood and her creative process. I made a story below about racing the Old Cabin Classic, weaving in behind the scenes photos and captions on motherhood and my “creative” process. She’s a mom. I’m a mom. She’s good at singing and dancing. I am too. I think it’s pretty obvious that this one is a tie. But, I won’t be so easy on you next time, Bey.

The Old Cabin Classic is my backyard race. Thanks to Mountain Bikers of Santa Cruz (MBOSC) and California State Parks, I got to wake up at home before heading out for the 27.1 mile course on my local trails in Wilder Ranch. I woke to my alarm at 6:00 am, looking forward to an hour to myself to get my body and my head in the game for racing. June was apparently excited too… she woke up an hour earlier than usual, at about 6:05 am. It was 6:40 before I even had any coffee.

6:50: ten minutes into my coffee and stretching, and June is not excited anymore. My baby cries too, everyone.

7:55: I’m ready to pedal my bike along the bike path towards the expo and start line. Only 10 minutes later than I planned, not too bad. June was happy again and ready too, but her ride (Dad and our e-bike!) was set to leave a little later.

8:45: I’m on the start line, working (aka… Instagramming), and up walks the best surprise ever. Who needs a cowbell when you have a squeaky dog toy named Hot Diggity Dog.

Holeshot. I won it.

Beer handoff. I won that, too.

Last turn before the finish line, and there’s June and her friend Gus. My heart almost bursts with joy. My head thinks “I hope there’s no ticks on her.”

Post race support crew: June, Hot Diggity Dog, and Dad (with the camera)

1:00-ish hits and June’s ice snow cone fell to the ground. There were tears, of course.... because ice is yummy and because she’s overdue for her nap. One of the things about having little ones, is that you always have to leave just as the party starts. But, on the flip side, I got to shower and wash the poison oak off waaaaay before any else. And, post-nap, we had two happy girls. Who wants to go out for pizza and play with balloons and dance to live music downtown? We do.


 

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