The Photos of Summer: Day Twenty, Give or Take
July 11, 2012
My oldest son’s girlfriend has my dream car, an old VW bus that has been restored and painted a shiny turquoise blue. Of course in my dream I am 18, tan, thin, driving the coast of California with my surfboard, because I like my fantasy life to be completely devoid of any reality.
The best part of the VW bus, one that wasn’t even originally in my fantasy, is the eyelashes.
Posted by Chris @ 6:55 am
The Photos of Summer: Day Who the Hell Knows
July 9, 2012
This past weekend there was one more track meet. Of course. This time it was to qualify for the Junior Olympics in multi-events (pentathlon, decathlon, etc)
That is a bronze medal around her neck.
Of my three kids who competed, all medaled and will be going to the Junior Olympics at the end of the month.
Including the 13 year old who was still on crutches just days prior to the meet. He was so upset to “only” get third. Dude, you are still limping and wearing an ankle brace, shouldn’t you just be happy to qualify? That competitive drive I just don’t understand. I felt like I deserved a medal just for being a spectator in 106 degree heat, nevermind running and jumping and running some more in it.
Where’s my medal, dammit? I deserve a medal!
Posted by Chris @ 6:33 pm
The Photos of Summer: Fireworks
July 5, 2012
The kids haven’t seen fireworks in a couple years, so they were very excited to go and see them last night.
Happy Birthday, America. You look like a monkey and you smell like one, too.
Posted by Chris @ 11:30 am
The Photos of Summer: America
July 4, 2012
Or, as some say ‘Merica.
Flags, football players, Fourth of July parade.
Posted by Chris @ 3:11 pm
The Photos of Summer: Day Twelve
July 2, 2012
I’m not sure what I was expecting. Ever since we moved to Texas I have heard people talk about Buc-ee’s.
Basically it is the biggest gas station convenience store you could ever imagine. It’s the size of a grocery store, but filled with snacks. And clothes. And food to go. And barbecue.
Posted by Chris @ 9:50 am
The Photos of Summer: The Agony of Defeat
July 1, 2012
I can’t even look at this photo without tearing up. Months and months of training. Sacrificing. All done with a single goal in mind– make it to the Junior Olympics.
He had already qualified for the finals in the 100M, an extremely competitive event where the difference between first place and fiftieth place is measured in tenths of a second and between medaling and not medaling in hundredths of a second. Less than the blink of an eye.
The other three events he competes in were supposed to be the “easier” ones for him– discus, javelin, and the 4×100 relay.
And then warming up to throw the discus, he lost his balance and rolled his ankle over the edge of the ring. He fell to the ground and couldn’t get up. He couldn’t put any weight on it. They moved him to a chair, his coach taped his ankle. He came to the realization that it was over, not just this event, but the running ones. I’m not sure disappointment is a big enough word to encompass the emotion.
Meanwhile the event continued on. His name came up and the official walked over and said, “Your son isn’t competing, is he?”
“I’m not quitting.”
The official looked at me, questioning. I shrugged, “It’s not my choice. It’s all his.”
He got up, hopped on one foot all the way into the ring, his face twisted in pain. Other coaches and parents cheered him on.
He threw the disc while standing on one foot.
It was a good thing I was wearing my big sunglasses.
He knew he had almost no chance of moving on, but he refused to give up.
He hopped out there three times.
It’s not a happy ending story in the sense that he miraculously medaled in the event. The top eight go on to the finals, then the top five qualify for Junior Olympics. He came in ninth.
His ankle didn’t magically heal enabling him to run the relay in the afternoon. No, three of his teammates also got to share the disappointment.
The last event of the day on Saturday was javelin. It involves running, doing these cross over steps, culminating in throwing the javelin. He wasn’t able to do any of that. He had to stand still on one foot and throw it.
There is no other explanation than sheer will, but he managed to place fourth and will be moving on to the Junior Olympics next month.
Never would he have imagined a scenario where he would be happy to get fourth place.
And now we wait and hope that he heals quickly enough for the pentathlon this weekend.
Posted by Chris @ 9:46 pm
The Photos of Summer: The Thrill of Victory
June 30, 2012
Moving on to the Junior Olympics next month. Who would have thought someone so tiny could jump so high?
Posted by Chris @ 12:10 pm
The Photos of Summer: Day Nine
June 29, 2012
Sunrise over the stadium. Yes, I can’t believe I am here this early in the morning either.
Posted by Chris @ 12:26 pm
The Photos of Summer: Day Eight
June 28, 2012
The best part of staying in a hotel is jumping on the beds. That is until your mother threatens to make you sleep in parking lot if you don’t knock it off.
Posted by Chris @ 7:15 pm