A Rainy Ride to Remember: Supporting My Brother's First Cycling Race

Supporting a loved one in their passion is always a proud and unforgettable experience. Last weekend, our family experienced something unforgettable. rainy, muddy, and exciting cycling competition right here in Titay, Zamboanga Sibugay. What made it even more special was that my younger brother, a high school student and beginner in the sport, joined his very first race. Despite the weather, the falls, and the mud, it turned out to be one of the most inspiring days for the kids who joined this event.

The day started early with dark clouds already covering the sky. By the time we arrived at the race area, the rain had started to pour, soaking everything. The roads quickly became slippery and muddy, but that didn’t stop the event from pushing through. In fact, the rain made it even more exciting. You could feel the energy from the crowd, the determination from the riders, and the support from families like ours who came with umbrellas, snacks, and loud cheers.

What stood out to me the most was how inclusive the event was. Riders of all ages joined even small kids had their own category, and it was adorable watching them pedal through the mud with big smiles and tiny bikes. It gave the whole event a warm, family-friendly vibe, despite the cold and wet weather.

My brother, being new to cycling, was both nervous and excited. He had trained for weeks, squeezing in practice sessions before and after school. We knew how much he looked forward to this race, and that’s why my parents, siblings, and I made sure to be there for him.

Once the race started, it quickly became clear that the rain was going to be a big challenge. The road was extremely slippery, and many riders fell during sharp turns and uphill climbs. It was scary at times, especially seeing some riders crash into the mud. But what amazed me was how they all kept going. They got back up, wiped off the dirt, and continued with even more drive than before. It was a powerful reminder of how strong the human spirit can be.

My brother gave it his all. He slipped once, but he didn’t let that stop him. He got back up, smiled at us as he passed, and kept pushing forward. I could see how tired he was—his clothes were soaked, and his legs were covered in mud but he never gave up. Each lap, we shouted louder, cheering him on. And when he finally crossed the finish line, we ran toward him with pride in our hearts.

He didn’t win the race, but to us, he was a champion. It wasn’t just about speed or medals, it was about courage, effort, and the love of trying something new. That moment, seeing him finish strong with our family cheering in the rain, will stay with me forever.

That rainy day in Titay was more than just a cycling competition. It was a reminder that beginnings are beautiful, that challenges can bring out the best in us, and that family support makes every journey lighter even when the road is muddy. We’re already looking forward to the next race, rain or shine. 🚴‍♂️🌧️💪

See you in my next blog 😉