Win or lose

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Fattima and Mude before the race

This past weekend we made our way over to Pocatello Idaho which is about 9-10 hours away. This is where the state tournament was to be held and also where the elevation is quite different than it is on the North end of the state. Pocatello has an elevation of 4,462 and our area is about 2,579. I had no idea this could have such an impact on runners, the teams from the North were at a huge disadvantage.

I watched other races and saw our top runners struggling and coming in at times that were not a reflection of their usual runs but still I had no idea what this meant.

When Mude’s race came I expected to see him towards the front of the pack  based on his time at districts . I stood waiting and worrying and he finally came jogging past, red faced, sweat drenched and moving very slowly.

By the end of the race he was gasping for air and had trouble breathing. I was worried he would collapse on the way in and felt a bit panicked. Foof and I ran over trails, wet grass and dirt to locate him.

He made it to the end where he dropped to his knees, his teammates ran over to check on him and called for help. The coach came, grabbed him and walked him to the medical tent where he was taken care of and eventually his breathing regulated to normal.

I was so happy that we made the trip and that we were there for him! I also witnessed teammates, family and friends all waiting near the tent for him to breathe easily and finally walk away. His coaches held him up, stood in the tent, monitored him and in general were his support and have been for the past four years!

When he was stable and doing well Foof and I made our way back to Boise and the next day, back home. I left him in their hands and felt totally confident that he was being taken care of as if I were there on the bus with him.

I was relieved when he was able to breathe easily, but he was disappointed that this race was not what he had expected. I reminded him that he was ok and that he made it across the finish line! He came in second at districts and based on his season I felt he would be one of the top runners and would have a great PR.  He barely made it through the race and I am surprised that he crossed the finish line.

Life is full of so many lessons and this was just one small one! I could not be more proud of him!! He is taking the week off and informed me that he will then be back in training for the coming track season!

It really is true, it is how you play the game and not whether you win or lose!!

 

Fun times

Fattima and I had quite a time on our 11 hour road trip yesterday. It involved lots of coffee, bathroom stops and general craziness that ensues when we go on a road trip! We stopped about 3 hours into the trip at the most beautiful place ever!  I will share a couple of photos for now. We are up early waiting to go see Mude run! A long day but well worth it! We will head up the road mid afternoon after the race and stay the night in Boise!

Love, Lynn

 

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Go Mude!

The picture above is one of Mude’s possible Senior pictures. What do you think?

Tomorrow Foof and I will get up early and make the long trek to Pocatello Idaho! I have never been there but it’s a drive that comes in at around 10 hours! The race is Saturday and I will be so happy to stand there yelling and cheering my son on past the finish line. It will be his last High school cross country run!

It has been a long road and Mude has accepted any challenges along the way. When he crosses that finish line he is in first place each time in my heart and in admiration.

Windows

 

The smell of cinnamon toast light as the butter wafted through the air. I pulled the downy comforter over my shoulders and drifted back to sleep, folding my body into the warmth of home. The room was wrapped in a fragrant bouquet of lavender and Iris, blooming just beyond my reach. Grama Elva stood hanging the wash out to dry, picking clothes pins from her neatly pressed apron pockets, her silver hair arranged in swirls high on her head. A single cloud puffed past a pristine Idaho sky as if to call me back once again.

I peered out of one eye forcing myself to fight jet lag and exhaustion and to face what had now become our new reality. The same rancid smell of fumigation and dead cockroaches greeted me and my mind raced to the night before. I struggled to turn on my side, scooting little Foof away from me and onto a vacant piece of blanket. I moved my hands into a paw like position that would enable me to sit and balance my pregnant belly. Bits and pieces of the night before drifted back, the crunch underfoot, hundreds of dead cockroaches in the parking area, the gaping holes in each room next to single brown plastic windows, but mostly the lack of furniture and basic necessities that had been implied. I slowly stood and straightened out my body, daring to survey what was now our new home. I roamed around the villa in the light of day hoping that I had not seen things clearly upon arrival and that my view had been obstructed by unrealistic dreams of a new and different life. Every line on the walls, each crack through the plywood but more importantly a lack of clean water and food stood glaringly before me.

Tape lay strewn on the black carpet along with shreds of paper towel that had been used as wrapping for odds and ends that had been tucked away into boxes. A large piece of plywood was loosely positioned over a gaping hole, secured with nails where an air conditioner would be placed, but was not.  Light streamed through the cracks that lead to the outside world and a forbidden street plagued with danger. I walked a few steps to loosen up my legs and feet, patterns and blotches from the rough carpeting stung my arms and legs.

The walls were painted a dull beige, specks of brown and darker hues of tan made a dotted pattern over the entire room. Faint lines eerily traced the walls where chairs, couches and an entertainment center had once stood. It signaled a strange surreal atmosphere and highlighted the desperate circumstances in which we now lived. A family much like ours had once walked through these rooms, children sat working on homework and parents watched evening t.v., end tables and possibly a hutch were outlined on the opposite end of the room. Now only 4 small beings lay on the brown blanket that was thrown into one of the boxes at the last minute, a silly notion that such basic necessities might not be provided.

I wandered through the villa looking for any sign that this place was meant for habitation, but not a chair, bed or table were to be found. The kitchen door hung open exposing an empty space tiled in pink, grout stained and smudged. The same brown plastic window and gaping hole held their place high in the corner next to a water heater. At the end of the room stood the only furnishings in the kitchen, a sink surrounded by a counter top. I looked around for any food, water or signs of a real home fit for a family of 6.  A single plastic sack sat on the kitchen counter, inside were 4 small bottles of water and a tiny container of melted mango ice cream.

 

These are pictures that I shared with you back in the beginning of the blog. I was ashamed to show our true living conditions and so I cropped the pictures and showed only parts. Now I am stronger and can share the whole pictures with you.

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Osama and his baby brother

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Our sleeping pads and my first child born in Saudi. Three pads were finally purchased for myself and 5 children.

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Osama goofing around standing on a chair by the counter. The brown window is the type that each room had.