Track Meets and Classical Music

Friday night David came home and asked if I wanted to go to a high school track meet. Any one that knew me in high school would know that I did not EVER run. I was on the track team my freshman year, mainly because the whole dance squad decided to do it. And, let's just say, I only made it to a few track meets. At one track meet, Gina Lower did get first place in the 100 m dash, but that was not one of the track meets I attended. David on the other hand has loved to run since high school. He ran in high school and college and was actually really good. To give you an idea of how good he was, a couple of months ago he decided that he wanted to go to the track near our house and see how fast he could run a mile. Since residency and fellowship, he has not had much time to run, so I know he was just testing how well his 32 year old body has kept up. He came home from his trial run and was a little bummed. The poor guy had only run the mile in about 5 minutes. I don't know about any of you, but that is about my half mile time. I picked up running in college and actually run more now than he does, but I still don't even come close to beating him. So, when he suggested the track meet I was definitely up for it.
Of course there were the star athletes that rocked. But, my favorite runner of the night was this little, and I mean really little kid. He did not look like he could be old enough to be out of sixth grade. Here he was on the same track with these huge, at least in comparison, guys. He started out pretty strong and seemed like he might be able to keep up. Then after the first 200 m he started to falter. I just wanted to scream and cheer him on as he passed by on his second lap. Unfortunately he came in a last and I mean not just by a little bit, but by at least 200 m. I was proud of him though. Can you imagine being the last one running while everyone else is done and everyone is just watching YOU and only YOU. Props to him.

We also had a chance this weekend to attend the 2009 Young Artists Concert. This kind man at church had picked up several tickets from a classical music radio station and gave David and I tickets. I thought it would be a fun thing to go out to since we never go to classical music concerts, BUT now I remember why. I wish I were a bit more cultured, but as much as I am impressed by the talent and think the music is beautiful, I CAN NOT sit still for that long when there are no words to at least sing a long with. David is even worse then me. After the third performance, David politely excused himself from the concert hall. I kept myself planted until intermission when I thought it would be a bit more discrete. By the way, we were sitting right next to my Bishop and his wife who LOVE classical music.