JT ran his final race of his Senior year Cross Country season on Saturday. A week before, at the second to the last race of the year, I felt emotional. I expected that his final race in our school’s uniform would be even more emotional. He’s been at this school for 15 years and Cross Country was the first school uniform he ever wore. At the time, as a 7th grader, he was proud to wear the school colors. If anything, he’s even more proud today. T and I headed out on a cool day to cheer him on. The course is one of the hardest in the state and he ran all out.
He’s not the kind of kid to hold back as he approaches the finish line.
I knew the kid in red was getting passed.
At the finish line, JT was all in.
I was cheering like a lunatic but I didn’t cry. It’s not that I’m not proud or emotional; I’m very proud and I think a lot about the next part of parenting, the part that features me sending my boy out into the world. My boy is a committed runner and a good one. Running has been an epiphany for him; he loves every element of the sport. Running has fed his soul as well as his muscles; it’s taught him to value hard work and train for more than tomorrow’s event. I love the fans and the crowds at a race and I expect that I will be cheering on this runner for a while to come. For starters, he’s registered for a race in each of the next two weekends. His college choices are all schools where he will be able to run competitively. Next fall, I expect to be watching my boy run in a new school’s uniform. I expect that I’ll be excited. I know that I’ll be proud. But mostly I'll be glad that he's found something he loves so very much. That's happy!