You don’t often get a chance to finish in front of 45 other
top contenders in the state and end up feeling horrible about your
accomplishments. It is a reasonable reaction when it was 45 of 49 and you
missed making nationals by 2 places.
The edge can round out some when you hear that you have been
farther than anyone else in your school.
But that edge can be filed to a fine point when some classmates leapfrog
your new top position as they climb to the top of their category securing a
berth to the national championship and the top spot in the school.
It’s hard to console somebody in this position and hard to
blame them too. They need to know that
time heals all wounds. But they don’t want to hear that. They know they did a
great job. But they’re not ready to remember that.
They’ll get over it, they’ll figure it out, they’re smart
kids. But they are kids.
Really? They were sad? I'm still high as a kite. And so proud of those four who smiled and cheered for their teammates, strutted like John Travolta with their medals, and stayed til the very end. Gracious good kids, that's what they were. I'm proud that they behaved in such a classy way. You'd never have known they were bummed. But I guess.
ReplyDeleteThey were incredibly good sports and I think in their heart of hearts they know what they accomplished is great. Yet still the sting of defeat can be blinding. It can feel like going to the Super Bowl and coming in second place.
ReplyDeleteIt was really cool to see them in all aspects of the day.
And thanks for everyone who came out to support them and followed via electronic means.