Husband's claim to fame was running in the 4 by 100 meter relay in elementary school and crossing over to the wrong lane and getting his team disqualified.
I never made a track team. I was friends with people on the track team. In junior high I won the illustrious DSSA. The Dirty Sweat Sock Award at grade 9 graduation. It's also known as the coveted "But-Mr-Gagnon-I'm-Going-As-Fast-As-I-Can" award. I was hands down the slowest runner in the class. So I used to
That was the penultimate moment of my athletic. Someday I'll blog about the crowning jewel, making the grade 9 volleyball team.
But I digress.
I was thrilled when I found out that his race was early in the day. Which meant Husband could come to the race and, I thought, I'd bring Sydney too and drop her off late for school.
While we had a little luck in Jackson's event being early, the wheel of weather fortune came up snake eyes. Cold. Rainy.Windy. I packed 2 changes of clothes, a towel, 2 jackets, a barrell of snacks and his rubber boots and hoped he could make it through 7 hours of inclemate weather.
The events were delayed, probably something to do with rain peeing down, so Jackson was waiting, jumping over puddles and standing in the rain for close to an hour. Without a jacket.
When his race came, he was on lane 1 and the lead off runner. I couldn't see him run the end of his leg and was only happy that it didn't appear that he dropped the baton on the handoff, which is so something I would have done.
I learned two things about Jackson qua track athlete:
1. He probably lacks the competitive edge to be a serious track star. He ran faster during his warm up lap than he did in his race. I've raced him and when he's motivated by a wager with Mommy for extra dessert, he can move like a cheetah. But since they don't allow mothers in district track meets as a pacer, I guess we'll never know what he's capable of there.
I set him up in a dryish part of the bleechers with friends. I had to take Husband to the train, Sydney to school. I planned to go home for a cup of hot coffee and then return in the afternoon. He initially seemed okay with that plan. I thought I might be able to break him out early if the weather stayed bad.
As I was walking off he said "you better bring me a warm jacket and every jacket you can find in the house".
I could tell his voice was breaking. He wasn't about to make a scene. But I know the torrent of emotion would go underground and make an appearance later in the safe harbour of our home. You know, one of those underground volcanoes.
All's well that ends well. In the end, I asked the grade 3 supervising teacher if Jackson needed to stay and she readily agreed he did not need to endure any further misery. An early exit and an afternoon warming up by the fire and Jackson is still basking in the glow of his yellow ribbon.