Sundays at the Track
There is one thing in my life that I know I can always count on. And it’s important to have that one thing in your life that you know you can count on, isn’t it?
For me, no matter what life throws at me I know I can always count on one solid thing, and that is my beautiful Sundays at the Track. And lately, with life throwing a lot of things at me, I’ve found myself relying more and more on those precious Sundays. Looking forward to them. Reveling in them.
What do you do on Sundays?
For me, I selfishly and shamelessly steal away an hour or two from everything and everyone and drive down to the high school track. (With Bella in tow of course, naturally poking her head out of one of the partially opened side back windows of the Rav and excitedly licking up the cold December air the whole way there.)
My special treat to myself is made even more special as I drive up to the padlocked gate leading to the quiet track. Each week I put the car in park, grab my school issued keys from the dash and climb out of the front seat to go unlock the gate while Bella peers at me through the front rain speckled windshield from her perch on the center console. All access pass I always think to myself as I slowly navigate the Rav through the now open gate, before putting it in park again to go close the gate behind me.
Working for a high school has its benefits. (See All Access Pass)
Working for a rural high school has its own special benefits as well-no one is ever at the track on Sundays.
So for me, this has become my special place. My 8 lane sanctuary. All to myself. And usually the rain. And Bella of course who is content to simply trot a few steps ahead of me as I round out the laps, her ever-present orange floppy frisbee flopping in her mouth.
I now know how easy it is to lose your footing in life. But I also know I will always find myself again in lane 2 on Sundays at the track.
