As I ran and listened to my newly shuffled playlist, I couldn't stop thinking about my high school coach, Scott Raftery. He's battling cancer and his days are numbered. Every song I listened to some how related to him or his boys, or old high school memories.
He had such an impact on my life...on my friend's lives...on a great number of lives. I imagined him yelling at me on that track. Run faster Vons! Why are you stopping? You can do it! Think about you goal!
His motivation and commitment was always so inspiring.
He taught me so much at such a critical time in my life...I thought about all of the fun we had and the trophies we won. Memories I will have for a lifetime.
I began to think about his two boys he'll leave behind. The two 'little Raf's' on the softball field...they always loved and looked up to their dad. My sadness began to feel so small compared to how they are feeling right now. And just like that, tears fell. I started walking and looked up and saw the most beautiful clearing in the sky. The sky around me, for miles, was so dark...and right above me was a small glimpse of the sun. Instantly I felt comfort and calm.
I thought, Raf is laying under so many black clouds...and his sun will shine on him soon...
I decided at that moment that I wasn't going to leave that track until I hit my 4 mile goal, and I would remember this day for a long time.
I met my goal just as the high schoolers came onto the track for their phys ed. I walked off and wanted to tell all of them to thank a teacher or coach today for helping them...inspiring them.
I told Raf and I'm so glad that I did.