6-8-15
Holy cow!
I am relieved that the track meet is over. I was such a
nervous wreck about Dax running. I worried he would fall or not do well and in
turn be upset. That would have crushed me.
Bobby and I got to West High super early and determined we
couldn’t get in the track. The school told us that they wouldn’t be opening the
gates until 3, which certainly would have caused problems for the spectators
that had already started arriving. This would have been especially bad since
the meet started at like 3:30. Luckily, the people inside who were setting up
recognized this and opened up much earlier than that. Bobby, my parents, Matt
and I all found a spot right by the finish line. Sure, we should have probably
sat with more of our school parents, but I wanted to be where my boy would be running
across the line.
Dax looked quite nervous at times. He of course sat in the
field where his team was. There were so many schools! There were 17 total and
the teams filled the football field. It’s funny how I had been looking at our
track team and thinking it was huge, when next to other schools our team was
tiny!
We went and watched Dax do his long jump. He wasn’t great at
it, but he did it and was pleased with himself, which is all I care. I still
think he would have done better at the soccer ball kick, but it was pretty
apparent how unorganized our team was. All the other teams marched into the
stadium in uniform, some even had mascots. Our team didn’t even have our track
shirts yet.
His race was at 5:40, and they were probably about 30
minutes behind schedule overall. When I watched him go over to get his number
and tracker for the race I am lucky I didn’t hurl. Ken and I made our way down
to the fence around the track so that we were right there when he crossed.
Dax’s heat was the first one and the gun sounded the start.
I watched my boy book it down the track with crazy speed. It being only 50
meters, it was a quick race, but I am telling you, watching him run seemed like
it was hours. But then he crossed the finish line. The timer said 7 seconds,
which was outstanding! He beat everyone in his heat. Now we had to watch I
think 3 more heats before we knew his fate.
The time clock there indicated based on all the heats that
Dax had the fastest time. Yet Dax won 2nd place. Look, I am
thrilled. I was especially happy that he looked so happy. He stood up on that
podium, grinning proudly, which filled my heart with so much joy. Of course,
there then was the picture.
They were selling pictures of the kids crossing the finish
line. Our understanding is that these were the compilation of the racers over
all the heats. It showed Dax was in first. Of course, we could be wrong, and
this could have been just his heat, but there were also different times across
the board. I hate to gripe, but if my kid won, he should be recognized.
Ken spoke to some officials, and they kind of agreed that
Dax had the best time. Sadly, they had already handed out the ribbons. Look, I
agree it would be a dick move to take back the kid who was awarded first place.
However, if Dax really was the fastest, in ordinance with their whole good
sportsmanship angle, they should give my kid a blue ribbon.
Of course, my mind wasn’t thinking this kind of rational at
the meet. All I cared was how happy I was that he was so happy. I sat back in
the stands, knowing that we would be there till the end even though Dax was
done. But then it happened.
I watched the 100 meter dash and there was my kid, sprinting
across the finish line!
Dax was tapped to fill in for another kid who didn’t show.
He then brought his A game and kicked butt on that, too! I didn’t have time to
be nervous, which was super nice. He placed second and once again got to stand
on the podium.
Sadly, we bought that picture, too, and it showed Dax as the
winner again! Dude!
The Torrance Rotary is the group putting this on, and they
are supposed to be posting pictures of the meet soon. I am hoping that once
they do, I can find a contact name to email so I can get some questions
answered. I am not trying to rock the boat, but I want to make sure that in
something like an official race, my child should be recognized correctly. If
they say it was just the heat and he still didn’t have a better time over the 1st
place winners, no worries. I won’t even be a little upset. However, if he did
have the best time, I would like them to just acknowledge it. Hell, they can
send him the ribbon in the mail. It doesn’t need to be a big deal, just a quick
shout out. It is the correct way to conduct themselves in this matter.
The whole meet was a lot of fun. There was one annoying
chick who was sitting in front of me that was practically sitting in my lap
which was rude, but I made do. I managed to get a little sunburned, and my
tushie was sore after sitting on concrete steps for that long, but it was all
worth it to see Dax walking proud.
Saturday morning was registration time. It was a shockingly
quiet day. I wonder if the multiple tournaments for multiple sports going on
that day was the cause for the low turnout. Then again, I wasn’t really too
upset since we do tend to have a lot of fun hanging out.
Jimmy had ordered me a pin and patch that said Regional
Treasurer, which made me all happy. It was perfect timing, really, since I was
all frustrated at the board meeting when the travel coordinator was giving me
attitude about my reports. Thankfully, even Jimmy noted this and felt it was
out of line, so that was cool to have him concerned. He even texted me Friday
to check on me, knowing that the line of questioning at the meeting would
frazzle me. It made me feel much better and once again pleased to be a part of
such a great group of people.
Saturday night took us to the StubHub Center to watch the
Galaxy game. We went with Jerry, Nicole and Ally and we had a lot of fun. I
didn’t expect to laugh as much as I did. Honestly, a lot of that was more
watching the boys be all excited about the game. I feel bad because I made us
lose, though. I happened to leave during the game so I could sneak off to get
the boys each a Galaxy scarf. These scarves are apparently a huge thing and you
need to hold them up during corner kicks and things like that. I wanted them to
be a part of it, so I thought I would go right before the half and beat the
crowds. Sadly, during that time, the other team scored. It was surprising since
we were dominating most of the first half. They did not recover and the Galaxy
lost 1 to 0. It was still a great time, and our seats were cool. We totally
lucked out, too, since the bench in front of us ended up being empty, and no one
sat on either side of our group which allowed us more room. Truly, it was a
good time had by all.
You will all be shocked to hear that Sunday I didn’t do
anything. Ok, I did some small things, but mostly I sat on the couch and
watched tv all day. I forced myself to relax since let’s face it, I don’t do it
enough. I know I should have worked on cleaning since my party is Saturday, but
in reality, I do better work when no one is around, and I have much of this
week to work on it. After work each day I will bust my butt for a couple hours
and come Saturday, the place will shine. I will have extra time on Wednesday
what with me going to Dax’s play in the morning and then having the rest of the
day. Then again, I may be hanging around a bit to help out in Bobby’s class
since apparently our room rep is in charge of the snack Wednesday and since I
happen to have the time I would love to help her out.
I am glad I have a work week that is spaced out a bit what
with me working two days, taking a day off, working, then taking a day off for
the Olympics on Friday. The one thing I know for sure for Friday is I will
slather myself in sun screen and bring my chair. Dax is running his race again
and Bobby does the obstacle course. We are allowed to check them out at 12:30,
which Bobby was quite anxious about whereas Dax wanted to stay so he didn’t
miss recess. Those two are night and day.
Only 2 more weeks of school, so here’s to hoping there is very
little homework or headaches.
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