I got tagged in this photo on FB by a hometown friend (also listed here) whose own son will run in the same league meet on Monday. I can’t for the life of me remember the races, or the course for that matter, but apparently we were cross-country league champs in 1983, when I was a freshman and the 7th man on the team. I went on to place on this list two years later.
I have no memory of this whatsoever. It’s all a blur of sweat and hormones and probably a good amount of confusion, stress and physical discomfort.
But it got me thinking about what it might mean to leave a mark somewhere, however random, and how moments and accomplishments can be lost to the person, but not to the record.