This evening, Robert has the finals of the league track meet. Tuesday's prelims didn't go particularly well. He didn't qualify for finals in the 300m hurdles. We knew there was about a 50/50 chance he'd get in. He didn't run his fastest race of the season, and he needed to do that in order to guarantee getting to the finals. His 4X800m relay was run as a final, and it was pretty much a disaster. Our first runner was very strong, and he handed off in third place. Another mom and I were concerned because we knew our third leg runner is not particularly strong. Our second leg handed off in fourth place, and after the third leg we were about 200m out of being competitive. Robert ran anchor, and we realized the only team behind them had been disqualified. Because he had no chance of catching anyone in front of him, he was advised to just jog his 800m so he could save his strength for the hurdles. It was very disappointing to watch.
Tonight, he is scheduled to run in two more relay finals. One of them could be competitive, one of them most likely won't even be. I hate the thought of not being there, but I won't be. Neither will Andrew. He and Thomas are attending a football meeting this evening (I will write later about Thomas's horrific decision to play football this fall), and I am having dinner with friends. Normally I would never choose that over being there for my son, but this is different. This is our lifelong group of friends, and we are having a girls' dinner. We haven't done this since April of last year, and I haven't seen most of these friends since October. It's been entirely too long! I know that being there for my kids is important, but I also know how important it is to maintain friendships. I don't regret my decision and I know that Robert understands, but I still feel really guilty about it!
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