On Oct. 17, I began my journey of “the lasts,” as what is expected for all seniors. After the Metro Conference Meet at Yankton Trails, which was my last official cross-country race as a Patriot, senior recognition night was hosted in the LHS little theater. As I stood before my teammates and coaches, with the spotlight blinding me and while holding a parting rose, nothing felt real. The realization that I was a senior and that next year would be completely different was not quite sinking in yet. It seemed like life would continue on as it is now and that I would always be surrounded by my closest friends. I stood there in the theater, reflecting on my season as the announcer’s voice became background noise.
My cross-country season was definitely not what I was expecting it to be. I was determined to make the state team since many spots opened up after the class of 2024 graduated. I worked hard at the beginning of the season to push myself during every workout and I even ran my farthest run ever. However, only a couple weeks into the season, some muscle inflammation in my hip forced me to take some weeks off of running. This time was very difficult because all I wanted to do was to keep running as I did not have time to spare, but I also knew that pushing through the pain would make it even worse. In the weeks following recovery, my form was messed up and running was super uncomfortable. I was frustrated. Why did this have to happen to me during my senior season? Although this was only my second year of cross country, I was committed to putting my best effort in and I was excited to see how much I could improve from last year.
(Laila Miller)
Despite the obstacles placed in front of me, I am satisfied with how my season ended. Although my times were nowhere near where I wanted them to be, I knew I had to accept them as they were, considering my setback. I also could not have had a better last race, even though I did not PR, and I do not think I will ever forget the feeling I experienced during that race. It felt bittersweet; I was sad that everything would soon be over, but I was happy to be there in the moment. I felt strong, both mentally and physically, and my hip was not bothering me. I zoomed past my fellow competitors and stayed focused on the scene in front of me. At some point during the race, someone yelled, “take it all in.” I am not even sure if that comment was directed toward me, but I made sure to take everything in, since this was my last chance to show everyone, including myself, what I had in me.
Even though my goal of making the state team became unreachable, I tried to make the most out of my last cross-country season. I will never forget the memories made at pasta feeds. I will never forget the countless laughs, and cries, I have shared with teammates. I will never forget how much pain workouts and races have caused me (just kidding, but not really). I will forever be thankful for the support of my teammates, coaches and parents. Two seasons was not enough, yet it was also just the right amount of time to find my place. Thank you for everything, LHS cross-country.
