The Last Push of the Year
For today, I am glad I was able to complete my five mile Friday run. I had to split it up into two separate runs this evening since the sun was going down and I am not going to do trail running at night. At least, not at this time. I was not properly equipped is what it comes down too.
We got to the trail and the dog was doing so good at sitting in the seat and not moving around and just sniffing the wind. I had decided to use this as a test run for my new wireless headphones.. I don't like that I am having a hard time with the volume, this might be a usage factor if I can't get it right... and it has been a long time since I was at this trail. I was very pleased to see that there were no cars parked there when we got out.
I was also using my new running belt that holds a single bottle but the bottle is 21 ounces. I can't complain about that, it's more than what I have ever carried. We were running at a good pace and I started to think about a kid I knew growing up. I wanted to write him an open letter, so, if you're ever reading this Jim, this is for you...
Dear BJ, or Jim or whatever name you go by now,
It's been a long time. I have to admit I saw you recently at the band/orchestra concert at the school a few weeks ago and I was taken back thinking about you. Not that was having thoughts about anything, more like memories.
We first met in 6th grade, and I am sure that I had a class with you every year for the next 6 years as well. Not always the same ones, but, one that always sticks out was band. It's never been a big secret that you and I never got along, but, you weren't overly mean to me. What I wanted to tell you about is that when I saw you, I had turned to my husband and told him that I knew you when we were young. You had done something to build my confidence so much, and I don't think you ever knew how much it meant to me what you did, so I wanted to take this time today to tell you.
For many years, I have been somewhat inactive in the realm of physical activities. And when I was young, there was much less activity for me. Twice a year, we had to run the mile in gym class and I honestly can't remember if it was in the fall or the spring that you and I had been partnered up for timing. Neither one of us was over joyed with this idea, but, whatever. It was first thing in the morning, the sun was still not up over the bleachers yet and the grass had dew still on it. It was cool that morning, but, not cold. Our teacher, I want to say it was Mrs. McCormick, started the clock for the first of our four laps around the track, and I was off like a sprinter. In fact, I was running so fast, it was plain to see that I was a lot faster than one could have anticipated. As I was rounding that last curve, coming into the finish of my first lap, I could hear you yelling for me, words of encouragement. Saying how fast I was going, and keep pushing it, you can do it. You were never that nice to me and yet, here you were, cheering me on like you were my biggest fan. It was such an incredible feeling, to have someone think I was good at something. I want to say we clocked that first lap at like 1:04, but I could be wrong could have been 1:12.
The second incident that happened was when we were in 8th grade. Two years had passed and with it most of my brain. I was so over the top boy crazy it was kind of scary. We were in track this year, competing on different levels, different weight classes, stuff like that. I don't think you did any of the sprinting events, but, I could be wrong. We were at our meet in Round Valley, where the track is a half track. It's very strange, 200 meters is one lap around the track, which confuses the hell out of me. I was the first leg of our relay team, the 4 x 200. The gun sounded and I was out of the blocks as quick as I could be. I was thinking of how bad I was doing, I knew I could do better and then all of the sudden I hear you again. As my biggest fan, cheering me on like I was some sort of star. 'Come on Julie, you can do it, push it harder.' I handed off and I am pretty sure we took first in our race.
Our paths crossed long ago, and while I am glad for that part of my life to be over, I can't help but think of you when I am having a hard time with my running. I think of you and I hear you cheering me on, and I dig a little deeper to push myself a little bit harder and I can do it. So, thanks. I appreciated that, a great deal in fact...
Best Wishes,
Julia Lucero
We got to the trail and the dog was doing so good at sitting in the seat and not moving around and just sniffing the wind. I had decided to use this as a test run for my new wireless headphones.. I don't like that I am having a hard time with the volume, this might be a usage factor if I can't get it right... and it has been a long time since I was at this trail. I was very pleased to see that there were no cars parked there when we got out.
I was also using my new running belt that holds a single bottle but the bottle is 21 ounces. I can't complain about that, it's more than what I have ever carried. We were running at a good pace and I started to think about a kid I knew growing up. I wanted to write him an open letter, so, if you're ever reading this Jim, this is for you...
Dear BJ, or Jim or whatever name you go by now,
It's been a long time. I have to admit I saw you recently at the band/orchestra concert at the school a few weeks ago and I was taken back thinking about you. Not that was having thoughts about anything, more like memories.
We first met in 6th grade, and I am sure that I had a class with you every year for the next 6 years as well. Not always the same ones, but, one that always sticks out was band. It's never been a big secret that you and I never got along, but, you weren't overly mean to me. What I wanted to tell you about is that when I saw you, I had turned to my husband and told him that I knew you when we were young. You had done something to build my confidence so much, and I don't think you ever knew how much it meant to me what you did, so I wanted to take this time today to tell you.
For many years, I have been somewhat inactive in the realm of physical activities. And when I was young, there was much less activity for me. Twice a year, we had to run the mile in gym class and I honestly can't remember if it was in the fall or the spring that you and I had been partnered up for timing. Neither one of us was over joyed with this idea, but, whatever. It was first thing in the morning, the sun was still not up over the bleachers yet and the grass had dew still on it. It was cool that morning, but, not cold. Our teacher, I want to say it was Mrs. McCormick, started the clock for the first of our four laps around the track, and I was off like a sprinter. In fact, I was running so fast, it was plain to see that I was a lot faster than one could have anticipated. As I was rounding that last curve, coming into the finish of my first lap, I could hear you yelling for me, words of encouragement. Saying how fast I was going, and keep pushing it, you can do it. You were never that nice to me and yet, here you were, cheering me on like you were my biggest fan. It was such an incredible feeling, to have someone think I was good at something. I want to say we clocked that first lap at like 1:04, but I could be wrong could have been 1:12.
The second incident that happened was when we were in 8th grade. Two years had passed and with it most of my brain. I was so over the top boy crazy it was kind of scary. We were in track this year, competing on different levels, different weight classes, stuff like that. I don't think you did any of the sprinting events, but, I could be wrong. We were at our meet in Round Valley, where the track is a half track. It's very strange, 200 meters is one lap around the track, which confuses the hell out of me. I was the first leg of our relay team, the 4 x 200. The gun sounded and I was out of the blocks as quick as I could be. I was thinking of how bad I was doing, I knew I could do better and then all of the sudden I hear you again. As my biggest fan, cheering me on like I was some sort of star. 'Come on Julie, you can do it, push it harder.' I handed off and I am pretty sure we took first in our race.
Our paths crossed long ago, and while I am glad for that part of my life to be over, I can't help but think of you when I am having a hard time with my running. I think of you and I hear you cheering me on, and I dig a little deeper to push myself a little bit harder and I can do it. So, thanks. I appreciated that, a great deal in fact...
Best Wishes,
Julia Lucero
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