It feels like it was just weeks ago that I was sitting here writing about tomorrow being the last time I go to a high school cross country race.
How could it be a year? The memory of that race is still so fresh in my mind. I can recall the weather, what I wore, where the team’s canopy was set up, and the details of how that 20-minute race went. But what I remember most is the feeling of walking to the car and driving away, with the course receding in the distance.
It was weeks before I could shake that image of leaving the big race for the last time.
Last time. It seemed so final. I think it took the crazy-stress of college applications to finally make that image lose focus. But now, a year later, the image is just as sharp as it was then.
I will go to the Regional meet again tomorrow, to watch my daughter’s former teammates compete, to talk with their parents, and hopefully to cheer them for finally making it to the state meet.
But more significantly, I want to be able to drive away from the meet with a different picture to replace the one from last year.