Run Baby Girl Run...

My eyes are leaking.. I am sure it is just allergies..😉

 Gah! I knew that Senior year would happen fast, but here we are at the end of  our last XC Season and I don’t think my heart is ready for all this. Ready or not though it is here!

Because all of sudden, it hit me that this little girl is about to run her last official District XC meet.

Tomorrow at 9am this baby girl is going to line up with her XC Team. They will do their little circle where they will gather to pray as a team, and then wait for the gun to sound off.

She will take off and run like the wind.

Only this time it will be different.

This time, she will be competing for everything she has worked for, she will run with all her heart and do her very best so her and her team can make it out of District.

Something she has hoped and prayed for since she was in 7^th grade.

7^th grade when she started competing as a XC runner.

The last 6 years have been an emotional roller coaster ride.

Many miles have been ran. Lots of sweat and tears have been shed.

Years of Dedication and Discipline.

Many times she has wanted to quit, many times it was her that talked herself into not giving up.

She loves running, she loves competing, and of course she loves winning and having the shiny medal to show for it.

But after surgery, and injury after injury it became tougher on her to keep competing at the level she wanted.

Two different doctors told her to stop. Told her she would not heal her pulled muscles if she did not stop.

But stubborn Jazz just kept saying “it is my Senior year” they finally have a team that is competing at a level to where they actually have a chance to make it to out of District.

So she keeps going.

Running thru the pain.

But like every meet, her dad and I will be there ready to catch her when she crosses that finish line.

We will be there cheering her on.

And no matter the outcome tomorrow.

We will be the proud parents of this little girl.

There will be more tears shed by me, as this season of cheering our babies on bright and early on the Saturday mornings comes to an end.

Oh what a Joy it has been..

So Run Baby Girl Run.. And hold your head high when you cross that finish line. You have lots to be proud of..

Well Done Babe.. Well Done..