Holy shit what a day. Today was the very best in so many ways. Thoughts, some about the meet, but most not. This is the single hottest gathering of humans I’ve ever been to. Almost all the fans are coaches, athletes at every level, and families of athletes. One older dude I’m friends with ran for us in the Olympics in the late 80s and early 90s. Has kids in college. Multiple ex wives. And a different 25yo with him at the bars every night we went out. The old distance guys make up for partying that they didn’t do in 20s-30s by looking like a Mormon set free from Utah. And my new favorite because she runs my favorite race, is German, and not ugly at all… Luna Thiel. She’s not the hottest but she checks every box for me. And was nice when going around talking to fans after competing in her events while watching. Shame that 4x4 didn’t make the finals. Would love to watch her run in person. I’m technology inept otherwise I’d link her instagram. I’ll upload pics from today. Sad it’s over. Tired. Ready to go home. All in all 3 meet days, 4 nights was the perfect length and price. I did get an offer for an interview as an administrator or teacher, and coach at a local HS. You damn bet I am flying back out to take the interview even if I don’t have a chance of accepting it. It’s been historic. It’s been FAST. It had moments I’ll never see again in my lifetime. It had moments some athletes have waited a lifetime for (Winger in the jav; Ziemek in decath) It was full of youth and promise. 3 of our 4 ladies on he 4x4 in the final were collegiate this season and McG young enough to be in college still. It had upsets! Women 4x1. It had… upsets. Men 4x1. It had sweeps! Men 1 & 2. It had falls. Women 100h. 3 of 4 DQ at some point. No politics (except one protest group from the Tigray Genocide in Ethiopia - which I suggest y’all look up). . It had the very best of humanity. Joys. Cheers. Toasts to other team victories. It had Jamaicans! Oh It had Jamaicans. They are the lifeblood and passion of the sport worldwide. It had shared meals, restaurant tables with multiple languages, peak of human physicality from every nation and race. It had fans who respected and enjoyed each other. It had the unexpected. No traffic. No sirens. No arrests that I saw. No violence. Just fun. It had the sentimental - a proposal one night. It had the hysterical - the French decathlon winner said in his stadium interview when asked if he was tired after these two days… “no I don’t want to sleep. I just want to drink!!!” It had a team of staff and volunteers from the WAC (purple shirts) that was courteous, nice, never running people off like yellow shirts at American events. They ran the meet and managed the people near perfectly. Lines to get in through detectors and ticket scanners never once took more than 2 minutes. Seriously. It had tears - Thankful ones of my saintly wife supporting me to do this even though the cost and missing 4 days with my family. I love this sport, by my family is everything to me. And without them I’d be lost, alone, sad, or some combination of all three. Joyful tears of seeing my favorite American runner just bitch slap the 400m hurdle record and do it running into my face where I sat in the front row on Friday at the top of the back stretch. Excited ones to do this with Sean. He’s been a mentor to me from the time we were rivals and I was HC at another school, to me changing schools years ago (after taking a 5 year coaching break) and asking if he needed a 4x1 coach not knowing where that would lead. This year began with my first state title in indoor. HOLY SHIT!!! ones when mondo did his thing. The power and energy of the entire world, the entire packed stadium cheering on some Swede from Louisiana… it was even more electric than McGs record because it was the capstone to the meet and it ended on a Randy Moss gif sized explosion from everyone. EVERYONE was ecstatic. (his girlfriend more. Hot damn.) Sincere ones. For winger especially but also for every athlete who stood on that top step, got that gold, and cried like a baby to their anthem. Humble ones. To hear our national anthem so many times. Yet at the right time in sports. Not when every little league, AAU, travel soccer tournament, etc begins. Especially when it’s likely parents will get in a fight, an adult will make a kid cry, or someone will say something dehumanizing to an official. Not for the ordinary and the commonplace. No. Our anthem represents courage, honor, and our nation. It’s For the extraordinary, for the exceptional, for the champion. Never heard the anthem like that before. Ever. Hope I get to hear it that way again some day and feel even just a tenth as grateful my soul is and full my heart is now. night assholes. Tomorrow is always another day to go fast. FeedTheCats. (IYKYK)