Forever Weld

To my teammates, of the old days and the good days and the forever in our hearts days, a picture of us, when we used to finish workouts, weary and strained, soaking wet and seeing double.

Do you remember?

And even though we felt like falling over and never rising again, we lifted feeble hands to congratulate each other and to thank one another and to say I love you and this team and this terrible terrible workout and this wonderful wonderful day.

And even though there is much exhaustion, we sing together, in an off tune hoarse choir, along with Whitney and Madonna and Brittney and Cher and we are blissfully content to be in that moment together.

Do you remember?

Tonight, my little team of Radcliffe girls destroyed themselves on the erg.

And even though darkness had set and rain battled against the old panes and wind rattled through the aged seams, they picked each other up off the floor with a little help from Journey.

And even though we are all separated by time and age and distance, there they are, there we were, all of us in the dim, but enduring glow of ancient sconces in the antique fireplace room at Weld. Don't stop believin', alright?

To my team, do all the wonderful things you will do in your life, and remember these days forever.

To my teammates, I love and miss you all. Can't wait till next October.