I’m leaving alarmingly soon. Ergo, an uncharacteristically sentimental post.
- Driving to school towards the rising sun and Mt. Index, peeking through the trees, on early fall/late spring mornings, windows down, music up.
- My teachers. They’re not just teachers: they’re mentors, Christians, cheerleaders, friends.
- Cross country and track. The coaches who have been so much more than just coaches; talking about nothing and everything on the van rides with the girls’ team; the long meets; the feeling of lying on the infield in the sun after a 1600m; the practices (yes, even intervals); the feeling of collapsing into someone’s arms at the end of a race, teammates who; though sometimes few in number, have pulled me through so much.
- Being able to talk about God/faith in an academic environment that’s not composed of stereotypical “academia”.
- Knowing the area well enough that I can plan pretty much any conceivable running route to the minute.
- My peers. I didn’t value them as much as I should have for the past thirteen years, and I’m sorry for that, but at least it made me eventually realize exactly how valuable they are.
- Scaled, non-curved grading. Hello, Chemistry 111A; bye-bye, happy GPA…
- Smells: the cross country tent on the grass of some golf course covered in morning dew; my car; the whiff of my friends’ laundry detergent that I get when I hug them; the school; the bio/chem lab at school; track season (Tiger Balm + sweaty spikes + artificial turf + something mysterious).
- Redemption Church. After three years of pretty much being church-less and about eight particularly challenging months this year, thanks for living, not just preaching, Christianity.
- Club Northwest’s 12k’s of Christmas. By far my favorite road race so far. Silly schedule.
- Hills and mountains and trees.
To be continued…