Track

Trevor had his last home track meet. I told him I would come. I wanted to see him do his thing at least once. The weather was cruddie, raining off and on and cold. Trevor only was participating in one event, the shot put.

At first I couldn't  find the "Pit". I brought a blanket and chair, two umbrellas, and a book to read. I set up on the wrong side of the track. I saw everyone gathered on the other side so packed up my chair and moved to the right side by the bleachers. I still didn't see Trevor. I texted him asking where he was. He texted back the directions to the far end of the field "where the big boys are throwing big rocks". I walked down in the direction he instructed and finally located where he was waiting. He waved at me. He had the job of collecting the shot puts and drying them off for his team mates. He had volunteered his sweatshirt for the job of drying. The sweatshirt was covered in mud. The team seemed to like him though and said thank you appreciatively. If you don't dry off the shot put, it can slip from your hand while throwing.

I got to watch Trevor throw a couple of times. His wrist was hurting him so he didn't like the throws and they weren't as far as he has thrown in the past, but I was proud to be there. I didn't know anyone. A couple familiar looking moms said hello to me. Most of the parents had runners and were at the other end of the field by the finish line. I was down at the end with the big boys. When Shot put was done, Trevor wanted to stay and support the team.

I offered to take him shopping and bring him back, but he wanted to stay with his friends. I went shopping by myself. I loaded up on groceries. $263 but that should last us for a week or so plus I bought some things for Trevor's camping trip. I got back to the field an hour later to pick up Trevor. He had yet to call me, but the last event was being run. The He Man 4x4. I had hoped Trevor would be in it again but he is the sub and everyone was healthy. He came up to me to tell me there was a pot luck after the meet, as it was the last home meet and he wasn't competing in the last away meet.  I asked if he wanted me to go and he said it was OK if I didn't go. It was totally up to me.

 I had all these groceries in the car that needed to get home. Plus I didn't have anything to contribute. I was also going to cook Tom a great dinner he had requested in hopes of softening up his unhappiness at my plans for camping on his birthday and camping with the scouts this weekend.

Trevor said he had forgotten all about the pot luck until someone mentioned it at the meet. It was to happen right after the meet ended. He said he only told me about it so I wouldn't feel left out or excluded, but not to feel that I had to attend. There would probably be plenty of food.

I opted to go cook Tom his dinner and get the groceries put away. Trevor called me for a pick up later. I asked for details, if there had been speeches. No speeches, plenty of food. The coaches had made the big boys go last and there was still plenty of food. I had thought if I went I would bring KFC. Trevor said there were four buckets of KFC. He was disappointed not to get any Yakisoba, as that dish was all gone by the time he got his turn.

He said he had a big plate full of ravioli and put two slices of Pizza on top of that for his first plate. His second plate he had two more slices of pizza and a bunch of cookies and other desserts. There was still food left. I should not feel guilty. He handed me his certificate for Junior Varsity Track. He said they were handed out during dinner with no fan faire what so ever. Unlike Football where each player is acknowledged, track is more of an independent, individual sport. Like golf, you compete against your last score to improve performance, as well as against the competition. I wouldn't have known anyone there anyway. I am glad Trevor enjoyed Track.

Now that the resistance trainer is up and fixed in the boys'  game room, Trevor can work on strengthening his upper and lower body for both football and track. Yes, I finally figured out how to get the weights attached. Trevor had to lift all two hundred pounds, tilting the whole contraption so I could slip the rods into place and attach everything together properly. Now I am hopeful the boys will use the resistance trainer between bouts of Halo and other war games.