This past weekend was a whirlwind around here. Yesterday, the twins left at 6:30 AM to go to an indoor track meet two hours away–their first one of the season. We had planned to join them later on to see their races after we took care of some things around the house. So I packed a lunch for hubs and I, Bugs took off to go hunting, and while hubs ran some errands, I picked up and cleaned up around the house, culminating in loading the dishwasher and starting it.
Off we went to Lynchburg where the meet was being held, and what a great time it was! Those kids are all so amazingly fast. Buzzard was running the 1600 meter event (about a mile), and Roo was running the 3200 meter event (about 2 miles). We watched as the races went on around the track, while pole vaulting went on in the center area.
Finally, Buzzard was up. I joined Roo in the infield shouting encouragement while Hubs shouted from the bleachers every time Buzzard went around the track. 1600 meters was 12 laps, and Buzzard leaped out in front from the beginning. We weren’t sure if this was a good strategy or not. At the end, we could see he was tiring, but he kept his pace. Unfortunately, another runner saved a sprint for the end, and as they rounded the last corner, he drew even with Buzzard. Ear splitting screams ensued from all around, and they maintained a neck and neck race down to the finish line. Buzzard came in second by 18 milliseconds! (The fastest time for that event was an amazing 4:52!) It was actually one of the most exciting races I’ve seen. He did a great job, and he and the winner, I was proud to see, shook hands after they caught their breath.
Roo ran a couple of hours later–24 laps. He actually ran a perfect race keeping each lap at roughly the same speed. I was amazed at how he was able to maintain the same speed without benefit of any type of timing device, while I kept track of the laps on my phone. He ran the 3200 meter event in 11:25, and was so pleased he’d done so well, as were we.
We stopped for Mexican food on the way home, and the topic of the Cowboys football tragedy came up in conversation. Roo said he knew about drugs and alcohol, and that I didn’t need to beat a dead horse. I told him it was my prerogative, and my responsibility to beat the horse to the bare bone, and he’d better get used to it. He rolled his eyes at me.
Sunday, both Buzzard and Roo had their first driving lesson at 9:30. After the lesson, Buzzard relayed the car conversation with the other kids while driving. Somehow, the topic of drugs came up, which set in motion all kinds of comments about the illicit things. Finally, Roo shakes his head, and says, “I don’t get it.”
“What?” I ask. “You don’t get why someone does drugs?” Guessing at what he’s thinking.
“Yeah,” he says. “I mean, so you have a couple of hours where your brain is all goofy and you can’t remember anything. Then you come out of it, and NOTHING IS CHANGED! Everything is still the same, AND all your problems are still there, AND NOW you feel like crap.” He shakes his head and again says, “I don’t get it.”
I just pray he keeps with this line of thinking. Life isn’t what it used to be when I was growing up. The worst thing you had to contend with when I was a Freshman or sophomore at school was someone smoking a regular cigarette in the bathroom. Maybe a joint at a football game. But in the two short years from sophomore to Senior, I was hearing more and more about harder drugs, mostly at parties. Nowadays, it feels like it’s rampant. I think the more we talk to our kids, and Beat the dead horse, the more we know where they are and who they are with, the more we know about what’s out there and talk about it, the better armed we are to help them. I don’t think my kids are any more immune to it than anyone else, and I would never presume to think it couldn’t possibly happen to them. But I want to arm myself against it as much as I can. After all, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.