My thoughts are with you while you prepare for regionals in Kansas. Tomorrow is prelims. Do your best and I have no doubt you will qualify.
I have watched in awe as you continue to impress me with your drive, stamina and raw talent. Know that where you stand today is among the best at what you do. You have earned that spot through hard work. All you have to do is finish strong.
I don’t pretend to know track, I say stuff like “race the clock,” but I am no track coach. I am confident that I know my son though. You don’t need to race the clock, you only need to race yourself. You are the only competition. All I have ever asked of you is that you do your best and you have yet to let me down. Bring your best and you cannot fail, no matter the results at the end of the day.
My father used to call me a gazelle for the way I bounded when I ran. If I am the gazelle then you are the leopard; faster and quicker than I could ever hope to be. You are a nature’s perfect predator, designed to devour the pack. You don’t give up and that makes you dangerous to anyone running beside you.
Be the leopard.
I have always told you- luck is where preparation meets opportunity. You are prepared. This is the opportunity. You have already created your own luck.
Come off the blocks clean and fly over the hurdles with lightening grace as you have always done. When I look at who you have become, I know you have already won.
I won’t be standing at the finish line this time, but I will be with you as I always am.