I don’t know how to describe it. I’m torn between being nervous and being sad.

This might be it, in two ways. This might be the last race I have with the LHS XC team, the team that has been my family for four years. This might be the last time I get to huddle up before the race and yell “Woh Bundy”. But maybe this might be it in a different sense, this might be the race where we all come together and leave it all out on the trail. This might be the race where we capture our dream, this might be our race.

It seems like just yesterday I was running that first Cupertino Long Loop, like just yesterday I went to Hawaii and fell in love for the first time, like just yesterday I had to drop out of DALs, like just yesterday I drove down to Fresno missing 6 people, like just yesterday I was in camp dreaming about this race, like just yesterday I was in Hawaii feeling the pain of losing, like just yesterday I was atop Hunter’s in a storm yelling at the top of my lungs. After Saturday it might feel like just yesterday I was with my LHS XC family, or I might have everything I’ve ever wanted.

“Happy are those who dream dreams and are ready to pay the price to make them come true”

The price: pain. The dream: States.

One race. Let’s put our hearts into every step until we cross the

one last time.