track meet
well i am laughing at myself right now...
beginning of story: Mr. Dow pulls me out of the frosh 1600 at the meet today, so that I can concentrate on just the 4x400 relay. I thanked him. One lap of the track is easy compared to four. So after receieving lectures on just go out there and race. Don't run as fast as you can. Run faster than the other guy. Mr. Dow tells us to be there at noon. We were the last event in the entire meet. So after waiting patiently through the meet. We finally get to go. ALl day, Mr. dow has been firing us up telling us were going to win, telling Vu to find the fire within.
I had leg 3. THe first kid goes and is winning by 10 feet when he hands it off to the second guy. The second guy loses the lead by fifteen feet. Ad cus i suck at hand offs lets say 20 feet. So i get the baton and go. I'm going twice as fast as this guy and I pass him a third of the way in to the race, and just keep goin. Until the last 100. Where you usually start going faster. Well, faster was not an option. I kept going as fast as I could. But that got slower and slower.
This is where it gets good.
I got to the end where I started to collapse. I had just enough energy to jump and dive to hand off the baton. Luckily the recipient had long arms who grabbed it and took off. Well back to me. Arm fully extended I have nothing to catch myself with. You should try faceplanting yourself into the ground sometime, it's fun. So i hit the ground, face scraping on the rubberized surface. My mom says that I bounced. The right of my right eye is all cut up and so is the right side of my chin and my right arm. The part of my white shirt that hit the ground is now the orangeish color that the track is.
So lying there I start to get up, before being shoved onto the grass, and flipped over and forced onto my back by the trainer. She's trying to tell me how to breathe, but im too busy laughing. I actually stopped breathing. She liek pressed my stomach to get me going again. ANd then tell me to slowly stand up again. I sit up just in time to see my teamate WIN the race. So i jump up and start yelling. And the trainer gives me some dirty looks. It was quite funny. And now I have a blue ribbon
There an entry for julie
and i proofread it for betsy.
and i ran fast
and cus i like song lyrics:
But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked a 1000 miles
To fall down at your door
that's kinda forced, but u get it
beginning of story: Mr. Dow pulls me out of the frosh 1600 at the meet today, so that I can concentrate on just the 4x400 relay. I thanked him. One lap of the track is easy compared to four. So after receieving lectures on just go out there and race. Don't run as fast as you can. Run faster than the other guy. Mr. Dow tells us to be there at noon. We were the last event in the entire meet. So after waiting patiently through the meet. We finally get to go. ALl day, Mr. dow has been firing us up telling us were going to win, telling Vu to find the fire within.
I had leg 3. THe first kid goes and is winning by 10 feet when he hands it off to the second guy. The second guy loses the lead by fifteen feet. Ad cus i suck at hand offs lets say 20 feet. So i get the baton and go. I'm going twice as fast as this guy and I pass him a third of the way in to the race, and just keep goin. Until the last 100. Where you usually start going faster. Well, faster was not an option. I kept going as fast as I could. But that got slower and slower.
This is where it gets good.
I got to the end where I started to collapse. I had just enough energy to jump and dive to hand off the baton. Luckily the recipient had long arms who grabbed it and took off. Well back to me. Arm fully extended I have nothing to catch myself with. You should try faceplanting yourself into the ground sometime, it's fun. So i hit the ground, face scraping on the rubberized surface. My mom says that I bounced. The right of my right eye is all cut up and so is the right side of my chin and my right arm. The part of my white shirt that hit the ground is now the orangeish color that the track is.
So lying there I start to get up, before being shoved onto the grass, and flipped over and forced onto my back by the trainer. She's trying to tell me how to breathe, but im too busy laughing. I actually stopped breathing. She liek pressed my stomach to get me going again. ANd then tell me to slowly stand up again. I sit up just in time to see my teamate WIN the race. So i jump up and start yelling. And the trainer gives me some dirty looks. It was quite funny. And now I have a blue ribbon
There an entry for julie
and i proofread it for betsy.
and i ran fast
and cus i like song lyrics:
But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked a 1000 miles
To fall down at your door
that's kinda forced, but u get it