Although I didn’t race this weekend (legs still a bit sore from last weekend’s ultra), we still went to breakfast at one of our favorite post race places…The Rexall Grill. As the name implies, it’s nothing fancy! But boy do we love it.
Since we didn’t race this weekend, we got there earlier than our normal time. We encountered a scene that really touched me. But before I describe scene, I think I should give you a bit of background to understand why I was moved.
When I was growing up, we moved around. A LOT. I went to a different school every year until 8th grade. (I did get to stay in place to graduate high school…which was such a blessing!) The moving around was a bit hard b/c once I got settled, and made new friends, off we’d go again. I vowed that when I was grown up, I’d provide my children with the stability I didn’t have.
And I’ve been able to keep that vow! We’ve lived in the same community since 1989!! Although we’ve had different houses, my kids have been in the same school district since their births!
So anyway, back to the scene at the Rexall Grill. The two tables in the foreground of the above pic were pushed together, and there were a bunch of REALLY OLD men sitting there. I formed a theory that they were friends since high school. The theory was confirmed when I overheard one of them telling the waitress that they had been football teammates!
There were also some ‘young’ men (in their 50’s) sitting with these older gentlemen. Clearly, their sons.
How awesome is that scene? What could be better than having the same friends for your entire life? And having your sons there too? Sorry if I get a bit weepy just thinking about it!
And in case you are wondering what kind of food they have at the Rexall Grill, here is another pic that shows what I always get…minus the grits/gravy in the left of the picture. Grits are a Southern ‘delicacy’ that I’ve never acquired a taste for. (even though I’ve lived in the South for most of my life now!)