Sun and Mud and a Spring Day and Just Having Fun

At last! After long winter months of running in school hallways after endless hurdle drills on linoleum and cement after dreary, dark training runs on icy roads - Spring had finally sprung. We were finally the recipients of a beautiful, sunny Spring day. And although it was partly snow-covered, 200 meters of our track had melted.

With that familiar spring smell of fresh air and melting dog-doo in our nostrils, we were finally ready to do some serious damage in track practice. To begin the deadly serious business of winning city, regional and provincial championships. And who knows - maybe even qualifying for the Olympic trials later in the summer.

It was a Saturday sprinter practice and our racehorses were ready to tear up the track, unfettered by the threat of looming hallway walls and locker-door collisions.

But surprisingly, it was not just our sprinters who showed up for practice. Two distance runners appeared as well - surprising, because their Saturday workout was just an optional, easy distance run.

"We'll just go for an easy run," the two girls - both 15 years old - said as they left the track at a slow jog. I assumed they would head down a paved road where the footing was safe.

Our stadium is in a beautiful setting: surrounded by rocky hills that are crossed with skiing and jogging trails. Although the trails are popular in mid-winter and summer, in the Spring they are a no-man's land of mud, ice, partially melted snow and leafless trees. It was part way through our workout that I realized the girls had headed onto these trails. My first clue came 20 minutes before they actually jogged back into view. I could hear a fanfare of giggles, screams and laughter echoing sharp and clear off the hills.

One of my sprinters looked at me and asked, "Where in the heck are they - out on the trails? They've got to be nuts!"

Another fast 200m for our sprinters, then another. I kept peeking up into the hills, waiting for the source of the laughter to appear. And then I saw them. Both girls, wearing only T-shirts, shorts and shoes, sliding down a snowy slope on their butts. And laughing like crazy. Landing at the bottom, they ran back up the hill and slid down while standing up - downhill skiing without skis.

Their run completed, they jogged back to the track, climbed our timers' stand and lay on their backs, their muddy feet flopped onto a handrail. Contented, they just lay there, soaking up the sun and the warmth and the fresh air.

For the girls, it had been a great afternoon. No video games, no high-tech toys, no television, no organized team competitions - just a muddy trail, a pair of shoes, a sunny day and a friend to enjoy them with.

One of my older athletes remarked, "Teenagers really are annoying at that age. All they do is giggle." I didn't say anything, but I had to disagree. I left that practice feeling happy, and care-free, and very young.

It had occurred to me as I watched them sliding down that hill - and I can still hear their laughter as I write this article - that this is what sports, and fitness, and the professions of coaching and physical education are really all about.

Winning and excellence and personal improvement are admirable goals. But in its essence, sport is really just play. Necessary play. And the joy that comes with movement, and being fit and interacting with nature in a physical way. And being young...and (for us older folks) realizing that being able to play allows us to experience the joy and innocence of youth all of our lives.

I hope the girls always remember that day. And I hope I will too. Especially on those frequent occasions when I take the achievement aspect of sport too seriously. I hope the memory of their laughter ringing off those hills will give me a subtle slap on the face and the reminder that, "Hey, it's only play after all. This is supposed to be fun!"

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