Miracle #3

Remember when the Goob rode his bike to school?

And when he shoveled manure?

Well today he went to a track meet. As a member of the team.

He went out for track at the urging, nagging, insistence of his parents. Everyday he comes home from practice and asks if he can quit. On very cold days he calls me from school before practice to ask if he can quit. Their first meet was canceled because of snow. It was rescheduled for Thursday evening. It was wicked cold and windy. He begged to quit in the middle of the meet. I bought him a pizza. The coach and his Dad said he should stick it out. I didn't see them buying any pizza, or listening to any pitiful begging.

Today dawned bright and beautiful. But by the time it dawned he was already on a bus heading to meet number two. Because in Wyoming tracks are few and far between (like most other things). And it takes all day to get there and back.

Here is what the trip looked like.

Here are some horses along the way. They may have been wild. I can't really tell. They didn't look particularly wild, but they were a hundred miles from civilization. So maybe...

Here is the Goob in athletic wear. Waiting to throw the discus.

And here we are taking pictures of ourselves to pass the time waiting to throw the discus. We are standing beside each other. He is that much taller than me.

Here is the Goob running the 100 meters. Because they called that event while we were waiting to throw the discus.

They announced his name over the loud speaker. Not because he won anything. Because he had to report to throw the discus.

Here he is finally throwing the discus.

I signed him out early and got him a blizzard at Dairy Queen before we headed home. He didn't ask to quit one time today. That's the miracle part.