Saturday I cried. Our son Zach, now 18 and a senior, ran his last high school cross country race. I got quite the workout cheering for him since cross country is not for bleacher spectators. Running from point to point along the course, I screamed, “You can do it, Zach! Give your last your best!” As he turned the bend and headed for the finish line, he poured out all he had left with heart-pounding, leg thrusting, arm-pumping motion. Embracing his sweat-drenched body soon after, our tear-filled eyes locked as I said, “I am SO proud of you! SO proud!” He replied, trying to hold back his tears, “I never thought I could do it. I broke my personal record.” “That’s OK,” I reassured him, “because I knew you could.” Others on his team saw our emotion, snapped some mother/son candid photographs, and were quick to congratulate Zach on posting his personal best.
His teammate came in first. Zach was 53rd.