EXcuse me Wooster, hey your team is fine.

The weather these past days has been scorching.  Friday morning as I lumbered out of bed and into my typical sweat ridden jean and into my favorite hurdling tee, I realized I needed to get away.  The heat, work, the city...there was just too my on my mind.  With a little good fortune Clare called at lunch with an invitation to hit the Oregon coast.  Perfect.  Though the coast was not exactly was I had been scheming up in my mind in the last few hours at work; over cast, windy, highly populated, foggy...it was sufficient.  A nice get away from the "veggi patti's" that have dominated my summer.  This morning Clare and I rose early to beat the traffic and rode highway 26-E home, getting Clare in, in time to spiffy up before pursuing her wonderful summer occupation outside being adventurous with me.  I checked my watch as a rounded another coastal curve at 60 mph.  It said "8:43."  The same digital font that revealed the time, delivered me with the realization that I have been secretly dreading all summer.  After grimacing at my stop watch for a moment and forgetting that Whitney and I have the same one, I told Clare that they all arrived at Wooster yesterday.  They probably met at Kate house for baby cakes too.  They are moving in.  Setting up their rooms.  Moving their belongings out of climate controlled storage units. Hugging each other.  Laughing at themselves.  Possibly planing a trip to Hurslers.  Maybe Whitney and Chelsea will wear their thrift store purchase, I mean milking uniforms.  I bet they blared "Excuse me Mama" in the locker room.  And maybe the first years went back to their respective dorms and listened to "Ironic" as they bathed modestly.  I bet they did that same loop on the golf course.  I bet coach stood their and smiled, arms crossed, eyes pondering, then his hand might have moved to his pockets as he loomed over the first year girls that gathered in a circle, leaching in every awkward one.  The girls who thought about wether to arrive in running clothes or their typical street garb.  We want to do everything right the first time.  Make our first impression.  I remember what I wore on that first run.  As I rounded more curves, I think it became apparent to Clare that I wanted to be there.  She said it will be fine, or something like that.  Then I remembered oh yeah...I am leaving for Europe on the first of September.  By then I presume I will have forgotten my pity sorrows this morning.  But for now I'll listen to "Hand" and cry.  Just a little, not trying to be too dramatic here...