Everything about The Flying Pig 10K handcycle division race 
from my perspective

Part1

When my husband registered for the Flying Pig 10K handcycle division race, I was so excited and started checking the course. My question was “how can I watch his race?” Since our son was in high school Cross country team several years ago, I learned how to enjoy watching their running race on a 5K course at that times. Sometimes you could spot your runner at the 2 or 3 different points/positions if you rushed to move faster with some jogging. It depends a course. I needed to learn course settings ahead of time always. So I did it this time as well.
10k course is different from a half/full marathon. They say there are less uphills than marathon courses for 10K race.  Here is a map in case you wonder.

There are two bridges they cross. The 1st bridge: CW Bailey bridge (from Ohio side to Kentucky side).  The 2nd bridge: Taylor Southgate bridge (from Kentucky side to Ohio side). From my imagination, I wanted to watch my husband at the both bridges. I calculated the distances. I estimated my husband’s speed for 10K. Plus I was able to walk around the course area the day before. So I was ready for “doing my part” on the race day.
In case you wonder again, the brand-new handcycle division had a 10min staggered start from 10K regular runners. After runners started, both handcyclers and runners were all mixed up on the road, basically. (But basically handcycle is faster than human-running-power if the course is all flat.)

Here is what I did.
I skipped watching the start line. (But you know? It was so tempting to watch the most exciting moment with countdown, big crowds and huge cheers.)  I hugged my husband tight as “Good luck hug” then I jogged to the first bridge entrance. Surprisingly there were only 4-5 people waiting athletes coming through. (I figured out later. My husband taught me that many spectators were at the other side of the bridge in Kentucky side.)  When my eyes caught the PINK-leading-vehicle, I chanted “Ohhhh they are coming, they are coming”. And here comes my husband! He had an escort-cyclist with him. (So as all other handcyclers.) They showed up FIRST on the 1st bridge. Then 3 more handcyclers showed up shortly after. It was so exciting moments that they were about to “fight” the first uphill which they had to conquer.
I couldn’t stay there longer because I needed to move to the 2nd bridge as soon as I could. I had to beat my husband to reach there otherwise I would miss seeing him running.
It was funny though. I accidentally witnessed regular 10K runners’ starting. Many many athletes ran toward me. It froze me up on the road. I didn’t think about that happened at that timing

Here is a photo of the 2nd and the 3rd handcycle athletes at this point. 

I made it to the 2nd bridge just in time. It was literally in time. I held up my phone-camera then they showed up right away, my husband and his escort-cyclist!!! I yelled at them cheerfully and loudly. Again surprisingly there were not so many spectators at the bridge. But there were about 20 I saw. My husband passed me so fast (it was downhill!) and I had to turn around quickly and jogged back to the finish line as quickly as possible because I couldn’t miss the moment he finished. When I turned around on the bridge, there were 2 people there to watch. When I passed them, I shouted “THAT’S MY HUSBAND!!!!!” twice proudly and happily. I got their smile, you know? And my eyes were wet with happiness. It was quite a view on the bridge, they were “running” with sunrise light. My husband came into the bridge FIRST! He was only one handcyclist running through the bridge, no cars and no runners at all. Oh, he even waved at me! He did.

Aaand I made it to jog back to the finish line before my husband crossed it. It was the most wonderful moment I watched on the road race. All cheers, claps and big announcement. It was just perfect.

I took a bit time/distance until I reunited with my husband because there were celebrating/photo-shooting/interviewing happening over there. I kind of enjoyed watching people (including my husband) from the distance.

I was super happy for my husband. I’m so proud of him. I imagined how he felt after he finished. I was so grateful for everything he did. Then my husband said something I didn’t expect, never thought. “I got a flat tire on the road!! Puncture!” WHAT??!

We talked about “what if a puncture happens on the road?” several times before. But I somehow never thought “it really happens on the real race day”. And it did! Ouch. Wow. He told me beforehand that he probably needs to stop and change a tube by himself somehow on a rode side. We actually didn’t practice that part. How to get off from a handcycle seat by himself alone onto a ground. He knew how to change a tube and he had a pump/CO2 cartridge set to pump. However “how to get on a handcycle seat by himself alone from a ground, not from his wheelchair" part is still “unknown” part to us.
For the reality, he had to push it through with a flat tire for the last 2 mile distance to the finish line. He told me thinking back that it was harder. He had to keep rolling even downhill because flat tire didn’t roll at all. That sounds so tough and crazy.
But he made it with his willpower and his determination after all.

He really added a special sprinkle on top of the race story, don’t you think? I was relieved that he was ok and his handcycle was still ok there. I was shocked though.

Photos below. I captured him right before the finish line. He pushed through with a flat tire but nobody noticed it at all. Crazy.

I realized that I didn't take photos much this time. I have a photo of us together, my husband and me in my phone. It's after the race at the parking lot, after he got off from handcycle and got on his wheelchair. Funny. I don't have a photo of us with his handcycle in my phone. Well, that fact proved how my entire day went.