The Nashville City Track Championships bring all local high schools – large, small, public and private – together for one great week of track and field. The competition is fierce. My son Owen was competing in his best event, the 110 hurdles. As a freshman, he had earned a place on the varsity.
110 meters. 10 hurdles. Three steps between each hurdle. The same leg extending, flying up yet relentlessly forward, straining toward the finish in 16 seconds or less. A hurdler in rhythm is a beautiful thing, not unlike a dancer, grace masking tremendous exertion. Owen had hurdled 3 years. Right before his race I said that I had almost gotten over being nervous.
Owen is in third place nearing the end. On the next to the last hurdle, his trailing leg hits it. Continue reading →