So. I’m not much of a runner. I’ve tried it a time or three (watched Victor Borge tonight with the kids–inflationary language ya know) and it just never worked right for me. The last time I really cut loose at full tilt, I had to make a choice between colliding with a newspaper dispenser on the sidewalk outside my apartment at Harding or taking out my knee. I picked the knee. It hasn’t forgiven me yet.
I prefer to walk. And I do it well. And I can walk a fair clip. But Victoria has been running Cross Country, and I am so proud of her I can barely stand it. It is a GREAT sport for her, because she’s on a team and the only person against whom she competes is herself. I can’t say enough good things about her wonderful coach. . .the other kids. . .how they support each other. . .how she has grown by participating and excelling in this sport.
I have been photographing the team each week. We didn’t go to the first meet (nor did any of the kiddos) due to the fires, but Victoria has made the cut for every meet since. I love watching these kids run–the ones who come in first nearly every race and the ones in the middle of the pack and the ones that trail along toward the end. I love it, because each of them is giving it their all–even if they walk some, they ALWAYS finish. And they finish STRONG.
Here they are in order if you want to see them a little bigger.