When we have our first meeting for the J-Town Running Club,
my classroom is usually crowded with 50 plus students. At that first meeting I promise them that if
they put in the effort, train, and work hard, we will do everything in our
power to get them across the finish line.
I continue to reinforce that promise as the numbers dwindle. Those who stick with us are strong in body,
strong in mind and strong in heart. This
gig is not for everyone.
This year we did not realize that
the promise of getting the kids across the finish line would be SO EXPENSIVE and
never have this many kids stuck around. We have received many donations over
the past couple months from people who do not know our students, but their
kindness of heart and spirit compelled them to sponsor our students. Absolutely amazing!! This past week we received a significant
donation that put us so close to our goal that we immediately registered the
kids. That and the email from the LA
Marathon that they were 500 spots from sellout gave us the urgency and the
impetus to just DO IT. What a great
feeling!
Of course, I cried and so did a
couple of the girls when I shared the donations with the kids and that we would
be registering. The boys just dropped
their jaws. A male colleague laughed at
me for crying when I am happy. I
couldn’t help it. This year is our
largest group and our largest expense. I
just kept hoping and praying I would be able to follow through on the promise;
finally knowing that it was actually going to happen was an incredible feeling
and I was overcome.
“And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in
helping you to achieve it.”
Yesterday on my run, I cried
again, yes, I'm an emotional wimp. I was about 8 miles into the 20
when a Carrie Underwood song came on my IPod (yes, I listen to country when I
run). It was called “Thank God for
Hometowns.” I had never listened to it
before and it was perfect. It is the
support of many family and friends from my hometown that got us here. As I continued to run I reflected on where I
came from and all of those who helped me get to where I am today. I am not the same person I was 15 years ago
or 10 years ago or even 5 years ago.
Every person I encounter has and continues to shape who I am.
The foundation that was built in my
hometown of Gustine, CA is something that is dear to me. While I may be miles away the words and
influence of many coaches, teachers and advisors, family and friends continues to impact my life and the choices I make.
Del Cid and I do this running club gig for free, just as the many
special people back home did to give kids an opportunity. As one of those kids, I cannot thank you
enough. Thank you for putting up with my
attitude =) and never giving up on me.
From little league and letting me
play in the boys league to fast pitch to 4-H, high school sports and FFA and
all the teachers in between. Though this list is not exhaustive, thank you:
Tracy Silva, Jerry Silva, Denise
Azevedo, Ron and Phil DePauw, Ralph Clark, Jennifer Jamero, Donnie Mendonca,
Dalila Hernandez, Andy Guzman, Jorge Marin, Gary Vargas, Kathy Borba, Rod Addington, Dennis Bettencourt,
Leroy Oliveira, Pat Nagy, Debbie Silva, Joe Martin, Jamie Farao and Barbara
Azevedo and countless teachers in between.
I hope that I can repay my thanks,
by paying it forward and I hope that the young people I work with will continue
to do the same. The values you and the community of Gustine instilled
in me continue to send a ripple in this great big ocean of life.
I do not run for me. I run to say thank you.
Life is good.
God is great.
Thank God for Hometowns – Carrie Underwood
Thank God for
hometowns
And all the love that makes you go round
Thank God for the county lines that welcome you back in
When you were dying to get out
Thank God for Church pews
And all the faces that won’t forget you
Cause when you’re lost out in this crazy world
You got somewhere to go and get found
Thank God for hometowns
And all the love that makes you go round
Thank God for the county lines that welcome you back in
When you were dying to get out
Thank God for Church pews
And all the faces that won’t forget you
Cause when you’re lost out in this crazy world
You got somewhere to go and get found
Thank God for hometowns
I am looking forward to a few runs when I am home for Easter,
“I always find another piece of me Walking down these old familiar streets.”
With love and gratitude,
Whitney