Are you ready to race?: I-Drive Nascar

It was coursing through my veins like an unstoppable movement and that’s just what I planned to do was be unstoppable! Greeted at the front of I-Drive Nascar my nerves were uneasy; the feeling of excitement but nervousness all at once. The young lady was very delightful and introduced us to the manager. They wouldn’t know it but this would be the first time without children clinging to our legs in months if not a year or more. I was then given a goodie bag of a blue I-Drive Nascar mug, pens, brochures and the lovely tickets for my readers (we’ll get to that soon!) my heart began to race. Entering the doors was as if we were stepping into a thrill seeker and gamers dream. We began putting our information in the computer and taking our photos (which just like my license I added 10lbs haha) for our safety. The accommodating manager then gave us a bit of information about the eight minute races we would be entering as well as the paper tickets informing us of each race we would be entered in.

We were off to check the place out as we awaited race number twenty. Walking through an arcade, bowling and pool table area that also had chairs along side the window to watch the racers, my jaw couldn’t help but drop. I didn’t expect just a large variety of activities to participate in during our wait for the races. But to be honest I wasn’t up for doing anything but getting into the go-cart and kicking some… Butt. As race number eighteen began we found our way to the bar and snack area of the building. With windows all around to see the track and racers there was never a dull moment. We sat ourselves at a high-top near the window and watched patiently awaiting our opportunity to see just how fast we could go. Ordering some loaded fries we believed we would have time to sit and watch while munching out; we were mistaken. Before the fries were done our race was being called and we rushed to the “Racers Only” locker room.

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They had plenty of space to securely put my goodie bag, phones, wallets and keys with locks! That impressed me knowing that I wouldn’t have to worry about my belongings while racing. To be honest I think once I would sit down in the go-cart I would most likely forget I even brought any items in with me; the excitement was building in me. A young man, Alex then began to give us helmets and black “hair net” as I would call it. He kindly stated the rules for each flag they raised, while I couldn’t help but be the sarcastic funny girl that I am while nervous. The racers then proceeded to exit the track, their faces lit up with adrenaline coursing through them; some awaiting to be in the next race again and others exiting to tell their families and friends how much fun it was!

They called off numbers putting us in order setting my fears of being the first in line to an all time high! What if I couldn’t get my go-cart to move? What if they all laughed at me? These are fears I always worry about when doing something new! I know I’m a bit strange but my insecurities usually try to get the best of me. Finally as we stood in line Alex called off the racers names before we entered our go-carts; I didn’t know I’d have such luck to be in go-cart number 7! My lucky number so what could go wrong during this race? Unplugging each go-cart and checking our safety belts it was about to be on. The young gentleman that unplugged and started each go-cart () also was kind enough to ask if I was alright and if I needed to move the seat closer. My five foot three shortness was extremely noticeable I suppose but I am very grateful, it could have been a disaster with me unable to fully push the pedals down. Each go-cart slowly making its way out of the pits until the final one is when it hit me. The gush of wind on my face and speed I was in heaven! Speeding down the track and drifting around the corners was a new experience… Other than those few times in my vehicle that we won’t get into haha.

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I wasn’t going as fast as the others, could have been the corners I kept slightly bumping or maybe the crash I may have caused with about three or four other drives. My apologies racers, I believe I turned as red as a cherry from embarrassment that I needed the young gentlemen stationed in the middle of the track to push my gocart back and turn it a bit to get me going again. Mind you during the time the other racers involved in the wreck were already off and coming back around to get me! The eight minute race felt like a lifetime… Confused on the exiting back to the pits at the end I just followed other racers in. Yes Alex I forgot all the instructions you gave us during the rush of excitement, and I’m sure you already knew that was coming haha.

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We exited back to the racers only “locker room” with helmets off unaware that we were about to get back in for our second race, new racers with us including another female! This may have made me very happy that I wouldn’t be the only woman driver during the race; but now that I knew what I was doing a bit more I was able to see my surroundings and knew where the harder corners were to drift around. The second race gave opportunity to see the television screen above us as we came around the first corner. It showed who was leading the race and then were was me fighting for third… I felt like I was doing so well, the mother in me worried about running into other racers kept coming out here and there. But after eight minutes of what seemed like a “faster” speed race we finished. I came in fifth while Geraldo came in third… I lost the fight for third haha but out of I believe it was twelve racers I’ll take fifth place.

After that excitement I was ready for a drink and with a full bar how could I say no to a rum and coke and finally our loaded fries that we had to run from before. Sitting at the bar we watched the televisions ahead, informing us of what racers were up next as well as the racers that were currently on the track. I found this to be really neat not only were there windows behind us open to the whole track to cheer on the racers but also such friendly staff telling us a bit more about I-Drive Nascar. Our young bartender answered any questions I had such as the youngest driver she has seen on the track, eight she believes, to how fast the go-carts go (40mph). Reading over the brochure before heading our way to play some air hokey I found out the go-carts are manufactured in France and our ergonomic, non polluting. The track alone had twelve turns, three hairpins, the senna S and a chicane… Let me be honest I have no idea what any of that meant other than it was a challenging course for myself and Geraldo.

I haven’t had such a great time in such a long time and am patiently awaiting until we can return. For my readers I-Drive Nascar as provided me with some tickets. I will be doing a give away for two free 1 time race tickets as well as four 50% race tickets. There will be three winners, good luck to all.

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Crippling anxiety upon my chest

It’s as if someone is scratching their nails across a chalkboard…Like a never ending nightmare unable to wake from. Pined with a pressure residing in my chest; a feeling as if there were someone sitting on it… Making it unbearable to inhale, only to be left with exhales of cries. Clutching a pillow between my arms with a rocking motion I stay frozen with my eyes searching for help. Though the eyes itself is shut, with a blockade of defense against any form of nourishment to help my screaming soul.

Feeling alone I explode over any little matter, wishing at the same time the person I am exploding towards will see through the defense and find the understanding to my screaming soul. I lay my head to sleep to find my racing mind ready to keep my tired eyes hurting throughout the moons presence. A nightmare of embarrassment, dishonor some may say, to who you are… Wondering if I am overthinking each word or action made by another meant to the smallest worries of what my children may think of our lives.

Anxiety is the worst feeling; it can be indescribable and terrifying. Wondering if you do reach out for help that you will be judged… That’s an anxiety inside itself among the many other that like building blocks just build upon on another to cause a tower of worries, fears and nightmares.  I’ve had my chances to reach out to those who “love me” or at least some that act like they do. I say this because there are some really heartless people that use this anxiety to attack us more then what is already happening inside out heads. I don’t want my children to ever feel this anxiety, fear of a hand closing our mouth shut so we do not speak a word to be judged. I’m removing the hand… I’m speaking up so that one day if my girls ever feel alone; maybe they’ll come to me and understand I know the feelings all too well.

I’ve read some articles that explain what anxiety is specifically; lacking enough neurotransmitters as GABA and Serotonin to help out brain slow down. Many doctors just give a prescription and don’t look at all the symptoms; I feel like I was one of those cases though I had asked to see someone to speak about my worries. I haven’t had the ability to be seen since my doctor has not ordered that… Which makes it worse because then I feel like I have failed my children.

Anyone experience the same crippling, breath taking (and not in a good way) experiences as I have?

Have you found any comfort other then medications to help keep your mind steady?

I’m on my tiptoes and still swallowing the water as I’m reaching for the latter to safety.

Our summer bucket-list 2017

The pitter patter of your feet upon the sidewalk as you race me to the house brings flash backs and realization that your time as a child is speeding by. I’ve always wanted to be that mother, the kind of mother that my children were proud of. That the first day of school they’d be asked what did you do this summer? Their response full of excitement and happiness as they spoke of the many magical places they saw. Next year Isabella will be in first grade… Boy did the time fly by. I can remember our first trips… Just you and I, as we adventured to D.C and New York and our many trips to West Palm. It seems like yesterday we were listening to music heading down the 417, snacks in hand and smiles on our faces.

Not only is Isabella growing up too quickly in my eyes, so is my sweet baby girl Elleanna. To tell you girls the truth, you will always be mommy’s baby girls (whether you like it or not ha-ha). Elleanna began daycare/school this spring and will be attending throughout the summer while I am working. Another reason why I would like to make the best of our summer. My chunky monkey is now walking, talking and climbing trees!

So let’s begin our summer bucket list on a budget! We have about 9-10 weekends together during this time, as well as my Thursday’s off which is about 10 as well. Where can we go? What will we see? What adventures await to be added to the wall of family fun?

I’ve been doing research into the Turtle Hospital in Key west as well as the aquarium. That would be a perfect weekend get away.. Due to the fact the distance is around six to seven hours driving time (ouch!).

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Cocoa Beach, Florida April 2017

I’ve also been looking into the springs around Florida and beaches.

  • Silver Springs: Glass bottom boat tours, canoe and kayak rentals. (Those might not be great for the children, but more research to come.)
  • Rainbow springs: Swimming, tubing, snorkeling, hiking with gardens and waterfalls. (This could be a more family friendly activity.)
  • Saniable Island Beach ( which is about a four to five hour trip to both Saniable and Captiva.)
  • Captiva Island which is north of Saniable (both locations would be wonderful for the shell seeking children I have.)
  • St Augustine: Ghost tours and the Fort as well as the oldest wooden school house. Many historical sights as well as memories of my childhood trips with my Auntie and Mother.

As you can see I’m just beginning my research on some outdoor activities and places to take the children this summer. If you have any other ideas or perfect places to show the children please comment below. Here’s to keeping the children outside and away from technology to make memories because we all know that we don’t have many summers left until they are grown and no longer wanting to be around mommy. I dread the day they tell me they don’t want to cuddle or not to kiss them at school.