XC RACE REPORT: MY LAST GOODBYE

"Everything you do is your legacy." ~Aaron Douglas Trimble

Every story has a beginning and an end. Mine began on a hot August day. I was a sophmore and arrived about 20 minutes late for my first cross country meet. My coach was probably mad, but he always seemed that way and I didn't know him that well. He just told me that I was too late to run fresh/soph and would have to run JV. I finished in 20:07, right ahead of my middle school nemesis. The only thing I really remember, besides that, is seeing this varsity boy from another school be given oxygen through a mask after his race. I remember seeing a bunch of ambulances, fire trucks, and police cars in the parking lot. It was at least 95 degrees out with a heat index of over 100. Four people were taken to the hospital. And that was my welcome to cross country.

My coach wrote that I was "going to have to do a lot of work to catch up" on my pre race sheet that day. But today, today he gave me 3/4s of a hug and told me I did a good job and that he was proud of me. While we were both on the verge of tears. I've come a long way between these two days. It's been a journey filled with tears, smiles, determination, perseverence, and a little bit of courage. But I would love to experience each of those days over again. Even if everything happened the same way.

The top three teams and top ten individuals qualify for state at our district meet. According to the results at the Supermeet (since the divisional results couldn't be accurately compared), I had a chance to be the 10th person. My team also had a chance to be that third team. We would be the dark horse. And this is why I've been nervous for this meet for about two weeks. I didn't want it to come. I didn't want it to end. But it had to come. And it had to end.

I woke up on Tuesday with a sore throat. I told no one. I figured it wouldn't improve by telling anyone and I ignored it. Because I didn't want it to be there. And then people would keep bothering me about it. So I just kept telling myself that I was fine.

On Wednesday, I woke up with a sore throat. It got worse throughout the day. I had to cough every time I tried to talk and it burned a little during practice. My last practice. It was 70 degrees out and the sun was shining. It was a beautiful day. The leaves crunched under our feet as we ran the two miles in a pack. We came up the parking lot in a line. And then we did 6 strides. As I ran that last stride, I tried to remember it. The way the sunlight shone down on us. The way my lungs burned and my calves protested. The way the grass felt under my feet as I ran across the soccer field toward the school. Something that I've done so many times before.

I didn't even bother opening my backpack when I got home. I kept drinking water and just rambled on to my mom because I was so nervous. She did make me spaghetti and sweet potatos for supper (yes, it's kind of a weird combination) and I was in bed before 8:30. It was kind of hard to get to sleep because I was really nervous about the meet and sad about what it could mean. But when I finally got to sleep, I actually had a couple of dreams. They were all different versions of our district cross country meet, held in different places, with different results. One took place in a parking lot around cones. But when I woke up, I felt rested. My legs felt okay and my throat didn't even hurt that much. Of course, it didn't stay that way but it did give me a little extra confidence.

As I put on my cross country shirt before school, I realized that no matter what, this was the last time I would get to wear my xc clothes to school because of a meet. Not that I was able to pay attention to anything at school anyways. I should've been given a pass that said "most important cross country meet of life, please excuse".

I don't have a 6th hour so I went home before our meet began at 4:00. It had been steadily raining the whole day, it was windy, and was only about 45 degrees. When I got home, my mom told me that only four districts out of 20 hadn't been canceled. And lucky us, ours was still on. I got all my stuff together and put on all my clothes. I decided to wear my underarmour like top even though my coach told us not to wear anything if it was above 40 degrees. I figured he could deal with it and got ready to leave. It really kind of hit me then, the whole significance of the meet. That it could be my last cross country meet. I started crying and I just couldn't stop. My mom gave me a little pep talk that made me feel better. I drove to the meet crying though. I heard my favorite song ever, "Far Away" by Nickelback and another song I like "If You Only Knew" by Shinedown. I was still really upset and nervous though. This made me kind of glad that it was raining when I got to the meet because it would hide my tears.

I arrived at 3:00 but I was the first person from my team there. My coach was getting the tarp out of his car so he could put it under our little tent (that had sides). He said something to me about someone who was probably going to be at the meet but I was wondering where my teammates where. We finally started warming up at 3:11. It was bittersweet, because I knew this could be the last time I would warmup for a cross country meet. I knew that this was the last time I would get to run on my home course. Since the course had changed a little, my coach told us to do the second half. I told me teammates this but they said we were going to do the whole thing. I figured that was there problem then and I would do it later on my own. My coach came over after the first mile though and told us to do the second part, like I had said. This made me a little frustrated, because no one had listened to me and then it seemed like my fault. I was a little more worried though about how I felt. We weren't warming up at a high speed but I was breathing heavily. My legs were doing okay but there didn't seem to be anything special. I desperately wanted this though, so I ignored it all. I concentrated instead of remembering this course, this warmup, and how the rain didn't feel that bad anymore. I then finished the warmup by myself because I stopped at the lone Portapotty and kind of wanted to be alone. I ran the part of the course that had changed and then went back to the tent. My coach gave me my number. Number 304. My last cross country number.

We stretched under the tent, on a tarp that was still folded up, as it rained. The course wasn't as muddy as last week but there was standing water at some parts. Apparently, there was also a tsunami warning for the pond. JS arrived with the signs she had made from poster board and paint. I kept the sign that she had given my mom to hold. She is such a great teammate. My family then arrived and we were almost ready to go. I tied on my spikes and did my last stretches. I put my yellow race headband in my hair along with my gold hairband. My LiveSTRONG wristband was placed in my shoe, and I left the tent. My mom wished me luck as I held back tears. And then I walked to the line. For the very last time.

I only did two strides before standing on the line. After our first stride that took us to the middle of the course, our team did the traditional spike circle with our right feet. With our arms around each other in the huddle, we wished each other luck and thought about state. While everyone else shouted their cheers, we whispered cougars. And then our last stride to the line. As I stood on the line (outside box on the right, aren't we always), I looked at the crowd through the rain. I remembered how many times I have stood before on the line, waiting to run a cross country meet. At my first ever meet. At my first varsity race, the first time I wore that green jersey. At my last first meet, when everything seemed possible. At that meet where I finally broke sixteen. This could be my last time. And this could be my last chance. The gun went off, for my last cross country race.

My coach told us that we had to be in the top 15 near the beginning if we wanted a chance of qualifying for state individually. I didn't want to count on my teammates, because I wasn't sure what we could do, so I was aiming for the top 10. And I truly thought I could do it. My first 800 was in about 3:06, done next to my freshmen teammates JR and TM. My throat felt a little clogged up but I was more concerned about my legs. I was ready to go but my legs didn't seem to want to go with me. I just reminded myself that this might be my last race unless I did something so I kept going. Along the muddy course that was raked of leaves in some parts, I could see my parents and my teammates cheering me on. I had told my other friends that I didn't want them to come. If I was going to make it to state, I wanted to experience that feeling with my teammates, my coach, and my family. And if I didn't make it to state, I wanted to say goodbye with my teammates at this last meet.

There wasn't that many people at the meet and bell guy wasn't there so I didn't get the whole Tour de France experience. As I ran up the hill after the bridge, I could feel how tired my legs were beginning to feel. I had decided that I was just going to go as fast as I could for as long as I could. I also did not want to admit how I was really feeling. It was about .75 mile in when JR and TM began to leave me behind. I tried staying with them but my legs just wouldn't go. I can't just blame it on how I felt sick, my legs weren't working either. My coach yelled at me before I turned the corner to catch up to them but I was trying as hard as I could. I ran the first mile in 6:26, which concerned me a little bit. I knew our times would be slower because of the wind, rain, and cold, but this was a little too slow. Plus, I was falling behind and was just getting slower. So I thought about state.

I knew the next part, the second mile, is always the hardest so I tried to concentrate on catching the girls ahead of me. There was a girl from one of the teams we were trying to beat ahead of me and I was trying to get her. Then we went up the hill and all of a sudden, AK was beside me. I knew that she was coming and I didn't freak out. I just tried to stay with her. She went past me a little and my coach yelled five fast steps at me. I tried but my legs just wouldn't go. They were numb and cold and not fast. I knew this could be my last chance to make my mark so it wasn't like I wasn't trying. I was giving all I could.

We crossed the bridge again and ran across the ditch. I tried moving up to AK but at least the gap wasn't getting bigger. As I passed by the middle school football field, I could see the leaders of the race. JR and TM looked like they were close to the top 10, which almost seemed like a good thing, because I knew that the only way I would get to state would be if we made it as a team. My coach thought we could do it though. He also was yelling out only encouraging things at me. I appreciate the fact that he didn't tell me I sucked during my last race. I also appreciate that he didn't give up on me.

When I went up the hill to get next to the road, I remembered that this was my last chance to run the course. I even caught up to the other girl and AK a little, but then they pulled away. I hit the two mile mark in something:45. I didn't even want to know what time I was running. I could feel my throat burning and my legs slowing down. But I kept going.

We crossed back over the ditch and we entered the finishing loop on my home course for the last time. I was trying to sprint and I noticed a girl moving past me. I checked her jersey and sure enough, she was from a team we were trying to beat. This made me feel like I had to at least try to keep up with her but my legs just wouldn't go. I watched the girl catch up to AK and I cheered for her in my mind. As I turned the corner and ran the last straightaway, I reminded myself that this could very well be my last one. And even though I hadn't felt like I had anything left for the last 1.5 miles, I wasn't going to let anyone pass me and I was going to try to pass someone. I gave it my all to get to that line. I (kind of) sprinted to the finish. And even though I didn't catch up to anyone, no one caught me. AK passed the girl from the other team on the line and I came in behind them. One of my other freshman teammates came in right behind me but I pretty much knew she was back there. The girl in front of me gave me a high five in the chute and I congratulated my teammate behind me. All along, I had been worried about how my other teammates would do at this meet. And when we finally got to districts, it had been me that had struggled.

When I got out of the chute, I didn't know what to do. I might have just finished my last cross country meet. I congratulated AK and watched as my mom walked up towards me. She congratulated me and told me that it didn't matter how we did. She was proud of me. My coach walked up and gave me 3/4s of a hug. He told me "thank you" as his voice cracked and he sounded like he was going to cry. I felt the same. He told me he good job, that he was proud of me, and that it was going to be close.

I talked to JS, the assistant coach, and my teammates. I finally got cold enough that I realized I was shivering and went back to the camp to get clothes on. My senior teammate EOB was in the tent putting on her sweats. Her eyes were all red but I didn't know what to say. I sit next to her in AP Economics and we've been teammates for 3 years, but we don't talk that much. I guess I never realized how much she cared about it too. Not because she wasn't as fast as me, but because of her attitude. We both seemed to be on the verge of tears as we put on our clothes. AK walked in and got her stuff but we all just crouched around under the tent. Some of my other teammates came in and we learned that JR and TM had gotten 11th and 12th. I shouldn't have felt this way, but in a way I was kind of glad. I wanted us to all be in it together if I couldn't go by myself. That's selfish I know, but it's how I felt.

Our whole team stood around waiting for the resutls, knowing it was going to be close. And then my coach walked by the other side of the tent. Somebody must have asked him about the results and he told us. We had placed 4th, by 4 points. We weren't going to state. It had been my last meet. My last cross country meet. We all just kind of looked at each other, in some state of shock. Nobody really knew what to say. Then my sophmore teammate MT said we needed a group hug, so all of us stood in the middle of the tent hugging each other. When we stood back, EOB started crying and then I did. I gave her a hug, partly because she needed one, and partly because I needed one. JR gave me a hug after that. We both stood around the tent crying and everyone else didn't know what to do. I guess it was something you wouldn't understand until it is your last meet. You don't really know how hard it is until it happens. EOB said she was going to cooldown and I said I would go with her. I needed to say goodbye. I stepped outside of the tent after wiping away some of my tears and my coach walked by. He patted me on the back and told me I had done a great job. I didn't really say anything because I knew I would just start crying again, but somehow that gesture meant a lot to me. It was like he didn't know what to say and that he knew I was upset, but that it would be okay. And then EOB, AK, and I cooled down together after our cross country meet for the last time. EOB and I were both crying during the cooldown but we did it quietly with tears streaming down our faces. I knew our eyes were all red (although it was raining) but I didn't really care. We ran together, not talking, on the other side of the bridge. Sometimes I thought I would be okay but then it would hit me all over again. We ran the loop and then went back across the bridge. The three of us all kind of stopped running at the same time and walked towards camp. I saw my mom with my dad under their umbrellas and I walked towards them. My mom gave me a hug and then I really started crying. I was sobbing, hugging my mom, under an umbrella in the middle of a rainy district cross country meet. And I could have cared less about what anyone else was doing. When I got myself together, all the girls had left so I got my stuff. My mom and I walked back to my car together. We saw JS and the assistant coach in the parking lot. I didn't talk very much to them because I was still very upset. I got in my car after that and I just started crying really hard. I drove home that way, hearing the "Second Chance" song by Shinedown. I probably shouldn't have been on the roads because it was raining and I had no idea how fast I was going. I just cried all the way home.

I didn't even care that people beat me, or that I had a bad time, or anything. I had done all that I could so I didn't run bad on purpose. I was a senior who had only gone to state as an alternate. Of course, I was trying with everything I could. I wanted to prove to myself, to everyone else, that I had really become a runner. I wanted to run my last meet at 11:00 on Halloween in Fort Dodge. I wanted to say goodbye at a place that truly cares about cross country.

And if I wouldn't have had my bad day, we might've made it. All the freshmen had great meets. AK didn't have the best meet but she did better than me. And I was supposed to be the leader of the team. I should've been up there. And then we wouldn't have been four points behind in fourth place.We should be going to state. Even though we haven't beaten the third place team in years, we would have deserved it. It was only four points. And we almost made it. We almost made it.