From that day on, if I was going somewhere, I was running! Or maybe twirling.

Attended my first track meet ever tonight.  Looking around, several things come to mind.

- How on earth does my 7th grader ever get anything done in the presence of SO MANY cute girls?

- I'm so impressed with how well all the kids are getting along and how supportive they are of each other.  Feeling the love between the teams...nice!

- Girls are rockin' it, but the boys are decidedly faster.  And, gosh, they almost look like men!  And, oh my, I caught a glimpse of my little guy, his arms all muscly and cut, looking like a a man himself.  Took my breath for a second.


It was a great track meet, and great track meets lead to great conversations, right?


Little guy:  "Hey dad, did you ever do track events?"

Dave:  "Yeah, I did blah-de-blah-de-blah-de-blah."  Obviously I can't remember what he said, but the dude was definitely a big time track meet participant.

Me:  "Did you want to know about me?"

Little guy:  "Did you?"

Me:  "No."

Dave:  "She did just what she's doing right now."

Yes, I was doing my dumb blond twirling my hair around my finger thing.

Me:  "Hey, I'll have you know I was the hippety-hoppity champion in my elementary school and I won a bunch of blue ribbons."


Yeah, you could hear crickets chirping...pretty sure that meant they were uber impressed.  No doubt.