It's so incredibly cool to see my nephew in his first track season. But also bittersweet. I miss it.
The nerves before the race.
The focus. Being in the moment as you work to move through those hurdles.
Going the distance. Together with your teammates, yet alone with your race.
Right now I've put myself in the position of "watcher" but maybe I should get back in the game and try to be a hurdle coach somewhere next year. Hmmm.
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