He was wide awake already when the alarm sounded at 6 am. He was nervous, and excited. I could recognize it easily. It reminded me of the pre-race experience. But today, it would be all about BoBo and his football team. It wasn’t about running; that was just fit into the day.
The plan was to be at the school by 7 am. Most of the team would arrive by 7:30 am, but BoBo is always eager to be early. By 6:30 am, he announced that he was ready and that we should go. I figured that it really didn’t matter much if he sat at home and nervously waited or in the school parking lot. So away we drove. I parked in the back by where the coach parks his nice Mercedes. I left BoBo to his iTunes, in the nice warm van, and made my way to the track.
On the track for 6 miles. They needed to be done quickly as I would need to be back at home for a shower, and return on time for BoBo’s FIRST game. I had also not slept well. I was also both nervous and excited. I was eager to see BoBo on the field, with his debut as QB for his team. I was also nervous about him getting hurt.
I warmed up with a mile going clock-wise on the track. After my warm up, I began a pseudo-mile repeat workout. I alternated 1 mile at a pace approximately 1 minute faster than marathon pace (counter clock-wise on the track) with 1 mile at marathon pace (clock-wise). Here is how it played out: 8:13, 7:47, 8:28, 7:23, 8:29, 7:37 = 6 miles (47:56)
As I was finishing out the final 2 miles, the coaches drove up near the bleachers. They began setting up for the game. I could feel the urgency to finish up and get home.
BoBo didn’t play a lot during the game. He went in for a of kick off and then came off the field following the play. In the 2nd half, I could see him warming up. BoBo went in again. It was another kick off. They kicked the ball, the other team picked it up and started running FAST. BoBo came around the side and down the guy went. He stopped that! He came off the field, but then a penalty was called. “Face mask.” I wondered if it was BoBo, but then thought threw out that idea. Regardless, the ball was moved 15 yards down the field – the WRONG way.
The scoreboard displayed the sad results to that point. BoBo remained on the sidelines until the final quarter. There was only a few minutes left of the game and the ball was way down the field by the other team’s goal. In just minutes, the play began but I really couldn’t see what went on exactly. The ball was moved about 10 or so yards down the field. I saw BoBo run over towards the coach. *Already?!* I figured they were pulling him out again. But, BoBo turned around and went back. He was just getting the plays from his coach. It seemed like all the running back and forth was going to tire him out…but then again, he’s got “running” in his blood. In the end it was no use; they let the time pass and the game ended.
And, the answer to whether BoBo was the face mask culprit….
Well worth the 15 yard penalty.