How the memories came flooding back in. There we were, at a middle school track meet. The first for my daughter since joining her school’s team.
If you’ve never participated in a track meet then you’ve missed out on one of life’s unforgettable experiences. It is also the closest thing to war that most of us will ever see. There are super sharp javelins flying in every direction. There is constant gunfire from starter pistols. People are always running for their lives or rolling around on the ground in agony … sometimes with javelins sticking out of their ribs. And coaches sound like brave generals giving poetic and inspirational talks that basically revolve around: “If you’re gonna’ die, then today is a great day to do it.”
WHAT?!? Die?!? I’m running one time around the track, coach! What the heck are you talking about?