Dear Junior Track Season,
As I am writing this I should be lacing up my spikes, laughing with my teammates, listening to my coaches, and competing at one of my top favorite meets, the Nix Relays. Instead, I am sitting at home, doing eLearning, and deleting all of our meets from my calendar.
At the beginning of the COVID-19 outbreak there was a glimmer of hope. I had my fingers crossed and thought for sure that you would resume as soon as we returned. That is, until the news broke there would be no return.
I was, and still am, upset about missing out on your season of limitless opportunities for sure. But more than anything, my heart hurts more than my desire to compete. I think about the seniors. Not just your track seniors, but every senior who plays a spring sport.
The feelings I have experienced as I missed out on you (one of my favorite seasons) couldn't possibly compare to what each and every senior athlete, or the senior class as a whole is feeling.
As a Junior, it’s very bittersweet. I mean why should I be upset? I have another season, right? I shouldn’t be selfish. In retrospect, that’s so very true. I am BEYOND fortunate to have another opportunity to compete and another chance to do what I love next spring.
But on the other hand, it’s still a season that I will never get back. Another chance to set new PRs and smash old ones. Another chance to run faster and get stronger. Another chance to further relationships with my teammates and coaches.
It’s no secret that this upsets me tremendously, however, it has certainly taught me that I should never take anything for granted. I am thankful for each and every senior. My heart goes out to y’all during these times. I cannot imagine what you are all feeling. I am thankful for my ability to run, my hardworking coaches and my dedicated teammates. I am thankful for the doctors, nurses, and healthcare professionals for their selfless commitment and diligence in fighting the Coronavirus and to protect society worldwide.
Although there are never any guarantees, and we cannot predict the future, I am thankful that I get another chance. Another chance to come out next spring and do what I love (fingers crossed).
There is unfinished business. I hope the story does not end here.
See you next spring,