I'm so bored
I need to extend my vocabulary, and my arrangements of words.
One hundred and seventeenth complaint about Neil McNeil track.
Neil McNeil's indoor and outdoor track and field coach; I'll leave the name anonymous, but for those who know who he is, they'll know what the word torture really means. Walking up the hill to Variety Village never seemed so different. Snowballs flew while my anchor of the 4x100m relay team and I ventured on to the community center of Birchmount and Danforth. Mr. 'long distance', the long distance coach, hadn't arrived yet, so my teammates and I waited. Neil McNeil's OFSAA champion in 110m and 300m hurdles in 1997, happened to work out with the current track team today. Mr. Pain in the ass entered and announced our workout. "Long distance, with Mr. 'long distance'. Sprinters, with me." he yelled. The word Sprinters called out my name, along with five other teammates and the OFSAA champion. "Five A's and a flying 200m!" he said. After my 200m, I already knew that I was losing it. "Five B's and four rolling 50m's!" he said. Critism flowed in around my 2nd 50m's. "Dane, keep your arms straight." "Dane, roll in farther!" Afterwards, more A's and B's were introduced and another 200m was yet to be completed. By this time, the long distance runners were already done their workout. The sprinters final workout came, the 200 meter sprint, meaning that each of us, senior and junior, finish below thirty seconds. "Make sure your groups ready..okay go!" he screamed. Ten seconds into the lap, I already found myself craving for air and water. I thought to myself, "C'mon Dane, push yourself. Who cares if you throw up? You have to finish this lap in under thirty seconds!" Of course, that's so much easier to say after the workout. The other four finished with the time of 26 to 30 seconds! I finished with thirty-five, which brings me to my conclusion of this reading. I regret smoking or doing any thing else that damaged my body. I can ramble on about that for a few minutes, since I do need to catch up with my classmates, 'writing wise'. I have to push myself. Monday is practice, Tuesday is running miles in my neighbourhood, Wednesday is practice, Thursday is running miles. And of course, my everyday green apple.
Tomorrow is winter activity day, and what am I gonna do? Nothing.
Where the hell is Stephanie Geleen Bantatua?
One hundred and seventeenth complaint about Neil McNeil track.
Neil McNeil's indoor and outdoor track and field coach; I'll leave the name anonymous, but for those who know who he is, they'll know what the word torture really means. Walking up the hill to Variety Village never seemed so different. Snowballs flew while my anchor of the 4x100m relay team and I ventured on to the community center of Birchmount and Danforth. Mr. 'long distance', the long distance coach, hadn't arrived yet, so my teammates and I waited. Neil McNeil's OFSAA champion in 110m and 300m hurdles in 1997, happened to work out with the current track team today. Mr. Pain in the ass entered and announced our workout. "Long distance, with Mr. 'long distance'. Sprinters, with me." he yelled. The word Sprinters called out my name, along with five other teammates and the OFSAA champion. "Five A's and a flying 200m!" he said. After my 200m, I already knew that I was losing it. "Five B's and four rolling 50m's!" he said. Critism flowed in around my 2nd 50m's. "Dane, keep your arms straight." "Dane, roll in farther!" Afterwards, more A's and B's were introduced and another 200m was yet to be completed. By this time, the long distance runners were already done their workout. The sprinters final workout came, the 200 meter sprint, meaning that each of us, senior and junior, finish below thirty seconds. "Make sure your groups ready..okay go!" he screamed. Ten seconds into the lap, I already found myself craving for air and water. I thought to myself, "C'mon Dane, push yourself. Who cares if you throw up? You have to finish this lap in under thirty seconds!" Of course, that's so much easier to say after the workout. The other four finished with the time of 26 to 30 seconds! I finished with thirty-five, which brings me to my conclusion of this reading. I regret smoking or doing any thing else that damaged my body. I can ramble on about that for a few minutes, since I do need to catch up with my classmates, 'writing wise'. I have to push myself. Monday is practice, Tuesday is running miles in my neighbourhood, Wednesday is practice, Thursday is running miles. And of course, my everyday green apple.
Tomorrow is winter activity day, and what am I gonna do? Nothing.
Where the hell is Stephanie Geleen Bantatua?