Great day, for a Run (is it ever?)

My nephew Three, is headed to The State Track Event.
For 3 events.
Three, people.
Not one, or two, but 3 times the AweSoMe.



This Spring, I have had the pleasure (waking nightmare) of attending several (too many) of Three's track meets.
With each meet, Tink and I have excitedly (with dread) jumped into Flag girl's car (ol beater I thought may die) to drive (get lost, in a mad circle, as I would pretend it was just enjoyable to be in her company) to the Event.

After eagerly paying (usually for Flag girl, as she would pretend to forget her purse) to attend each meet, we rushed to a spot near the fence. We would wait on pins and needles (bored out of my mind) while we enjoyed, watching the other Junior High youngens (did not pay attention to ONE other child) as they raced towards the finish line.

Cheering enthusiastically (barely clapping) for each competitor, was exhilarating (booorrinng) and really got me and Tink pumped (even 3 yr olds recognize Track, is like watching paint dry).

Occasionally, (every single time) we would frequent the concession stand for a small diet bag of unsalted, unbuttered popcorn (Payday, peanut M&M's and a Diet) as not to spoil the healthy dinner, I had simmering in the crock pot at home (drive thru McDonalds).

After the excitement had reached a frenzied peak (nearly beat my head into the fence), Three would walk to the starting line. He would stretch (not at all) until his muscles were prepped like a well oiled machine (he looked bored) and would anticipate the gun (sometimes he looked surprised to hear it).
And then, he ran like the wind. (Actually, he really did. Like stupid hard, Chicago wind.)

That boy is fast. Crazy fast. Which is probably why...he is headed to State.
(Only family member to ever make State, except some girl in Flags.)
(Even more lame, than Track.)
(Slightly less lame, than Wrestling.)

Those 58 seconds, made the entire evening worth it (that and the Payday). This Gifted Athlete, inspired me to be a better person (made me hungry). Watching Three run with ease, made me believe, I just may be able to train for that Dreaded 5Mile (totally lying).
And made me even more excited, for The Kid's future Track Meets (lying even harder, God help me...let him play baseball.)

So here is to you, Three.
Make us proud (you already have).
And help bury, Coach's glory in the past.
We are so over him.

Love ya...Run hard!