Cross-Country: Between a Rim Rock and a Heart Place

Haskell start line 2I once knew a lady who prayed every day for emotional composure. Emotional composure: The ability to control her desire to cry. I think of that phrase every time I stand at the end of a cross-country race as the runners finish, some flushed with victory, others merely exhausted, and try to choke back tears.

Emily's senior season
Emily’s senior season

Five years ago my daughter’s eighth-grade social studies teacher changed the course of her high school career. Not only did Mr. Bozarth instill in Emily a love of history, he also persuaded her to join his cross-country team the next year. She’d never raced before, but it didn’t matter. Cross-country is the rarest of things: a sport that doesn’t cut players. If you’re not a varsity or JV runner, you run on the c-team. All three teams matter when it comes to winning meets.

Emily joined cross-country at a good time. The girls’ varsity team won the state championship that year, guided by a few seniors who were natural-born leaders. They made sure every runner felt welcome, no matter their age or ability, and that sense of family meant the world to my daughter.

She's always worn out at the end of the race.

The first meet of her freshman season took place on a Thursday afternoon in 104-degree heat. Emily finished at the back of the pack—last on her team—and threw up in the chute. I missed the emotional composure mark by a mile that day, tears running down my cheeks as I held my fainting child. She toiled at the end of the line the entire season, and I met her at every finish with a face full of repressed emotion. At her age I would have given up in the face of such discouragement. To her everlasting credit, she soldiered on.

Slowly, steadily, Emily improved. Over the next three years she met goals and passed milestones that made my heart sing and my eyes flood with tears. She followed the example of her older teammates and became a leader, encouraging the younger runners to do their best. She stayed on the c-team, an honorable spot, and finally rose to the front of the pack as a senior.

Haskell medals
A well-earned medal at the Haskell cross-country meet

While varsity cross-country teams move on to the regional and state meets, the c-team season ends at the league championship, held every year at Rim Rock farm. Rim Rock has a little bit of everything: hills, fields, trails through the woods, not to mention two covered bridges and a historic cemetery. Finishing at Rim Rock is an accomplishment. Winning there is an honor.

Rim Rock farm, Lawrence, KS
On the course at Rim Rock farm

Last Saturday, Emily ran her last meet at Rim Rock. She finished well, looking strong, with nothing to regret. She leaves a bright legacy, not only on her team, but in our family, too. You see, last Saturday marked the end of her brother’s first cross-country season.

Matt, a freshman at a different high school, had his own reason for joining cross-country. He’d fallen into sedentary habits and wanted to change his couch-potato destiny. Running was his idea. I frankly doubted he’d stick with it.

In June, when he started summer runs with his team, his leg muscles screamed in pain. He couldn’t finish a mile, but he did not quit. In July, he ran on his own, making little progress. He sat out the first meet of the year because his coach did not think he was ready. And so it happened that Matt’s first cross-country race took place on the same course as his sister’s, on a similar August afternoon.

Matt at the starting line
Matt at the starting line

After the starting gun I ran to a far spot on the course and waited with the crowd for the runners to pass. The fastest runners dashed by, then the middle of the pack, and finally a succession of stragglers. Matt was not among any of them. I waited with a dad from another team until his boy finally wobbled through on shaking legs. Then it was just me and the course monitor. “Don’t leave yet,” I told him. “My son is coming.”

When Matt finally jogged into view I let out a cheer, screaming and hollering like he was the front runner, I was so glad to see him. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time at the sight of my boy finishing his first 5-k. I didn’t care if I embarrassed him. Maybe he’d run faster to get away from his lunatic mother.

He crossed the finish line second-to-last, and waited at the end of the course to shake the hand of the guy behind him, a cross-country move if I ever saw one. After that meet, Matt’s season improved by inches, his greatest victory the fact that he never gave up.

Matt emerges from a covered bridge
Matt emerges from a covered bridge at Rim Rock farm

Last Saturday, as I waited half-way up a Rim Rock hill for Matt to run through, a mom from another team stood a little way off. The last runner on her team had already passed, but when Matt reached the top of that hill, she was there, urging him on. “Thanks for waiting,” I said.

 “This is the heart of cross-country,” she said, her smile as wide as the sky. “It isn’t about winners and losers. It’s about kids like your son, who take on the challenge and keep going until they finish. They’re the heart of this whole sport.”

I smiled at her with that familiar lump in my throat as I finally understood why those races make me cry. It’s a matter of the heart.

Emily and Matt at the only meet they'll ever share
Emily and Matt after the Sunflower League championship meet at Rim Rock farm

19 comments

  1. Jane, you gave me really great perspective. All we really hope for is improvement with each attempt. Yes, we want our kids to win on occasion but isn’t that what running is–a lifelong sport they can always be a part of. Matt worked sooooo hard this year and it really showed. Tell him we are really proud of his perseverance (Emily’s too!)

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  2. Amen! You captured the essence of a XC parent and child who wasn’t gifted at running but endured to be a success on their own terms. Been there, done that, bought too many meet t-shirts…

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  3. Yay Cross Country! Emily’s and Matt’s determination is awesome! I am sad that I didn’t get to see either of them run this season. I will be in CC withdrawal next year, so I may have to become a Ravens fan! 🙂

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