Late on a Saturday morning after the Cross Country State Championship races, Isobel and I were driving back from Fresno and talking over the season. After examining and evaluating our training, looking at the mistakes I made as well as those avoided, Isobel said: “I remember my first day of Cross Country in September. You told me to run to the cow pens with Dr. D, which I did, and I thought I was going to die.” I remarked that she had come a long way in just three months, from that first, short and slow, but agonizing run to the #4 girl on the fourth best team in California. After a minute or two of silence, I asked her why she came back the next day. “I don’t know, she said, “There was just something about it I wanted to do.”