Getting Up

Last Saturday Lex had a track meet.  Bill and I tag-teamed attendance, since there were a million things going on that day.  Bill came in a suit.  Nice.

This was a relay meet, and Lex was running several new events, one as the anchor in a 4 x 100.

Camera at the ready, I eagerly anticipated the action shot, with Lex as a contender.  Then I heard Bill say, "Did you see that?"  I looked down the track to where the hand-off takes place, and Lex was getting up.  She had tripped.  

Then she ran.  And ran.  Hard.  And fast.  But she still came in last.

I wasn't sure how Lex was going to handle it.  She hates, hates, hates to come in last (I know, who doesn't), but to add the embarrassment of falling, I didn't know what her reaction would be.  So I stood back and observed, ready to console, comfort, and encourage if needed.

She handled it with grace.
I didn't get the chance to talk to her before heading out, but 30 minutes later my phone rang.

"Did you see me run the 4 x 100?"

"Yes."

"Did you see me fall?"

"Yeah, honey, what happened?"

"I tripped myself."

"That's a bummer.  I'm so proud of you for getting right back up and finishing."

"I'm running the medley in about an hour, will you be here to see it?"

Drama over.  Gotta love that.

OUCH.