Run Like the Wind

 

It's that time of year again when my young man's fancy turns to track and field season.  In the past he has competed in the high jump and hurdles.  This year he is running hurdles and 4x400 relay.  Last week I made it to the first home meet.  He place first in all three of his events.  I missed the first race (110 hurdles) but made it in time to see the second and third events.  In the 300 hurdles he was so far ahead no other competitors were even in the frame...not that I am bragging about the boy or anything....ok, I am.

I love that my 70-300 mm lens on Boom-boom can really pull him in close.  Isaac hates seeing me take his picture so I can go way up into the stands and not annoy or distract him but still get a nice shot.

Post-race catching of breath.  I look at this huge guy (6'3") and wonder where on earth my little boy went.  Though I can honestly say that when he was little and taking running leaps to jump over anything he thought he could clear I did predict he'd be a hurdler.  Mr. Lime, who is a jock, didn't put much stock in that prediction. (insert smug grin)

Receiving the baton for the second leg of the relay.  Our guys were behind.










Staying on the other runner's shoulder.  That's fancy track-speak for staying behind the guy intentionally so you can see what he's doing and decide when to overtake him.  Since I actually enjoy this sport I'm trying to learn...unlike what I refer to with a shudder as "the football years."  I loathe that sport thoroughly and on multiple levels for various reasons.  My ignorance on that sport was carefully cultivated over a lifetime and even Isaac couldn't change it....but I digress.  I like track and field...a lot.

Starting his kick to take the lead.  Wanna know one reason I like this sport?  It's simple and clear cut.  Whoever runs fastest, jumps highest, and throw farthest wins.  There aren't ridiculously complicated rules and time outs for no apparent reason and other stupidities.

Oh yeah, he's got this.











Eat my dust, pal.

Still two more legs of the race to be run, which our guys won, but it's always nice after you finish your part to be congratulated by a coach for doing well.....and to have a pretty teammate  rub your shoulders.