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This is a Sunday Story – no politics here. Just a story of Cross Country teams and getting ready for the Conference Championships.

Peaking

When I was the head Cross Country coach at Watkins Memorial High School, the week of the conference meet was always a big deal. Most years we were competitive enough to win, but if was seldom easy. Our kids had to run their best, (and sometimes better. So we let them “peak” a little bit – which means we backed off of our workouts so they had “fresh legs”. 

What I always remembered too late, was that when you lighten up on distance runners, they immediately have all sorts of energy. That can get crazy – the excitement of the Conference, that burst of vibrancy; all of a sudden instead of forty miles running a week, it was more like twenty-five. What to do with all of that pent-up power?

Rituals

So on Friday before Conference there was the “team dinner” at my house. We made spaghetti and lasagna and hamburgers and whatever else appealed to the kids (oh, and Klondike Bars, lots of them). One thing about distance runners – they can consume their own weight in food.  Then there were the “hydration” games. It was kind of like beer pong, but substitute Gatorade for the beer. No one got drunk, though a few lousy “pongers” nearly drowned in sports drink. 

But in between that last Friday practice and team dinner, the Cross Country team had an annual ritual to perform. We had to set up the Athletic Association’s craft show at the high school.   The Craft Show was no small thing:  over 200 exhibitors would crowd the halls, cafeteria and giant-sized gym.  It was a big fund raiser for the Boosters.

Setup

Each athletic team had a duty.  Football players came in early Saturday morning  to help the crafters move in.  Soccer and other teams helped them move out when it was over.  Volleyball helped deliver food around, or kept the concessions going. The cheerleaders provided child care for the craft show goers. But since Cross Country was away at the meet all day, our job was to come in Friday night and set the whole place up.  

So here I was with forty kids, geeked up on light practices, anticipation of dinner and fun, and the meet the next day.  And we met with the wonderful folks from the Athletic Association, who slowly, carefully, methodically, systematically, (and a whole lot of other “cally’s”) wanted to set things up.  Somehow, the two attitudes didn’t always mesh as a “well-oiled machine”. 

The Plan

But, after a couple of years, I developed a plan.  The Boosters set up the same way every year: 2 chairs and a table every 12’ down the hall, 8’ squares in the gym, each with two chairs, and 8’ squares along the cafeteria walls.  So instead of “method and system meet energetic chaos”, I made a deal.  We’d set it up, just like the plan, on our own.  The wonderful Boosters could focus on what they needed to do, Cross Country would take care of our end.  

And that’s what we did.  I assigned seniors sections of the school, they took their underclassmen and got things set up the right way.  I took the “flying squad”, the kids I knew I had to personally keep an eye on.  We did everything that the Association folks asked, any kind of special “missions” that required manpower and action.

And so, we transformed the High School in forty minutes into a “Craft-Showium”.   

And then we were done.  We all would sit in the cafeteria, like “cats on a hot tin roof”, ready to go eat, ready to go play, ready (really ready) to go win the Conference Meet, ready to do anything but…wait.  And the wonderful Craft Show folks would want us to stay, in  case there was something else we might do.

Free to Leave

The kids were polite, but they were loud.  And as much as I tried to “shush” them, they were just too fired-up for calm.   I’d start to get annoyed, until it dawned on me:  I wasn’t really the one bothered by their noisy conversations. I heard kids like this all the time.  But it was disrupting the contemplative and systematic pre-craft show setup.

Finally, my friends in the craft show would decide that the team was more nuisance than help, and send us on our way.  And to be honest, after a couple of years, I didn’t really try to control the noise.  We had “setup” down to a science, everything we could possibly do was done.  The Craft Show folks should “free” the team, and let them explode all that energy somewhere else.  It was best for the kids, best for the Coaches, and ultimately best for the Craft Show too.  Then the setup could go on in peace.

Five Dogs

So why am I telling this story?  I came home the other day, after a long afternoon of doing manual labor, helping a friend get ready for a Veterans’ Walk.  The event is on that same cross country course where I spent so many years training teams to Conference Championships.  We were cutting and trimming the woods back from the trails, filling in holes, and shifting platforms to cover the recent mud, just like the “good old days”.  And when I got home, all I really wanted was a shower, and a beer.

The five dogs were excited to see me.  And, after they went out, they were willing to give me a moment to shower and put on clean clothes.  But when I sat down on the couch, they just wouldn’t let me rest.  One after the other, they came over and DEMANDED attention.  Finally, they all ganged up on me, all five.  “No rest for the wicked”, as my sister is fond of saying.  They wanted dinner, now, and I was the one to get it.

I felt just like my friends in the Athletic Association at the Craft Show.  I knew what was going on, but I also knew that no amount of hollering or begging or cajoling was going to get my dog friends to leave me alone.  It was time to “free” them to eat dinner, or more exactly, get their dinner for them. 

It was the only way to peace, and to that beer.

The Sunday Story Series

Author: Marty Dahlman

I'm Marty Dahlman. After forty years of teaching and coaching track and cross country, I've finally retired!!! I've also spent a lot of time in politics, working campaigns from local school elections to Presidential campaigns.

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  1. This story made me smile the entire time that I was reading it, Coach. It reminds me of a lot of things, which definitely include the way my cats “manage” me to get me into the kitchen for breakfast time. They’re not as big as your dogs though, so perhaps my life is not in danger as much as yours!

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