“Dad, promise me you won’t come” I said, my voice resounding with that obnoxious combination of teenage annoyance and worry that my plea would go ignored. “Ok, fine I won’t go” he replied, disappointment clearly resonating in his voice. Maybe he was hoping that his sad response would get me to change my mind, but it didn’t. For as was typical of kids that age, or at least typical of 15 year old Holly, my main concern was getting what I wanted and it seemed I had succeeded.
For two years in high school, I ran cross country and track and could be heard repeating that line to my dad time and time again. My dad, an avid runner himself, was undoubtedly thrilled when one of his three children finally started to show a hint of athleticism. He had been quite actively involved in sports growing up and had continued that athletic streak as he grew older. But as each meet approached, I found myself not wanting an audience. I was an average runner; not the slowest, not the fastest. Maybe it was the perfectionist side of me coming out, but I didn’t want my dad to see me race. I wasn’t worried I would be embarrassed by his presence, but rather that I would be embarrassing. That because I wouldn’t be the fastest one at the meet that it somehow took away from my success.
I realized how wrong I was during the final track meet of my sophomore season. I finally agreed to let my dad come and guess what? When I crossed the line after that race, I bounded with excitement into my dad’s arms. Not only was I happy to have him there, but I raced faster than I ever had, personal record achieved that day not only in my mile time but in my acceptance of support. A realization that encouragement from my dad was undoubtedly the final push I needed to break my mile time, to be a little better than I had been the day before.
Yesterday, I stood on a grassy hill at the park and cheered enthusiastically as Jaden bounded up the final hill of the cross country course with a look of both determination and strength. At the sound of our cheers he moved with even greater speed and passed someone on the last leg of the race. I watched that race and thought how thankful I am that Jaden has more wisdom than I did at that age. That he realizes how having people help to support you as you work towards your goals makes the climb that much easier, that encouragement can go a long way.
At Box Bistro, we can’t run the race for you, but we can be here on the sidelines, giving you the support you need to eat well and live well. It’s so much easier to have success when you don’t go it alone.