As i walk to the stadium, at 11 in the morning. The sun was shining, and it was very hot.
I was very happy, occassional i would giggle to myself. As i pass my old primary school, although the play ground was emty.
I laugh, remember all the times, i had had in that playground. Play ground of legends, and me.
I also see a old friend, on the way down to stadium, who i went to primary school and high school with.
He has let himself go abit, getting into the bad life, and trying to Deal drugs. But as i was training the other day, i seen him coming out onto the track, and he told me he has jioned boxing. This brought a smile to my face, because he is concerntrating on something, and he is very talanted.(use to do athletics back in the day).
so getting back to today, i was walking down, gazing at my emty school. I had a warm feeling all over me, and looking into the emty playgorund. I could picture myself, having races, with everyone. i still remember)
It seems like yesterday, that i would walk around the school, everyone knowing that i was the fastest in the school. You have who is the hardest in the school, or class, and who is the fastest. And i always had the title of the fastest person in the school, plus i was quite hard. (i was very aggressive at times, very feirce). (but never a trouble maker) i was a nice guy.
Each year, there would be people trying to take my crown, having me races. Everybody use to bring there trainners but i would, always wear my shoes. (i was so confident)
But there was one lad, a year below me. He was fast.
Each summer the school use to have sports days, pretty much athletics, long jump sprints, and bean bag races etc etc
Well i was unbeatible every year, strainght out of nursey. I would stand out from the rest of the kids, with my big curly head, donald duck t shirt on, or my michael jackson BAD T SHIRT, my mum said.
Well yes, it was my final year in primary school, and i had won the sports day. In the 50meters sprint, i won in 9secs. ( The blue ribin event) the last event.
But this lad also won his race in 9secs. Soon word went around the school, people where saying that he was faster than me.
And i feared him, because i was so use to being miles ahead.
The remaining weeks of school, this guy was beating everyone. And we where only ten years old, and he was starting down in the set position. (i had never seen this befor)
The deal was, if he was to have a crack at me, he had to beat all of my class, all the lads. One by one, he domolished them. (Just like i could)
And his second name was Johnson.
I observed from afar, watching my class slowly, congradulting him. He was being recognised as the man now. I always had loyal supportors that would stay with me at dinner time, on them hot summer days. (I am still mates with them today)
One by one, he would destory all the main contenders, all the guys i could beat. Finally he was down to the last three, if anyone would test him. He beat two of them, but now he was down to the second fastest kid in the school.
Collin
I think to myself, if anyone will beat him, and test him he will. (This is the guy, who i mentioned up above, he was a very good athlete. If it was’nt for me throughtout the years he would be champion each year. (He is like Franky Fredricks)
I could beat Collin by about 3meters, on a good day. Collin was the only person, who i would really run against, it would always be a distances, like 2meters, or 4meters.
I stand there, and watched johnson smash him by 10meters. This gave me a strange feeling that i had never felt befor in my stomach.
We get lined up to go in for the rest of the day, the whole playground is crazy. Everybody, taking about Johson defeating Collin.
Even my loyal fans, began to beleave that i was a beaten man.
That was very alone moment, as everyone surrounded him, asking him questions. Saying that he is the fastest in the school.
I was very quite, because i was scared. My closest friend, was looking at me, because usaully. I would shout my mouth off, and tell my opponent what i was going to do.
Grils, lads, everybody was claiming that he was the fastest lad in the college.
In class later that day, we had colouring in, we had finished all are test. I knew the next day, could be the making of a legend, or the time for a new king.
He had taken everyting of mone, but i still had the crown on my head.
I did’nt race anyone for a whole week, i would just walk around the playground, and play tick, and stuff. I would try not to watch this guy run, he was on the other side of the playground.
I will always remember the day when i race him. (It was a there and back race, to the bottom of the playground touch the fence, and then sprint back up.
And at break time, he had all his class around him, and i had all my class around me.
We where the two oldest classes, he was a year below me. (this added more pressure for me).
The race would be at dinner time, for the first time,i brought my trainners in. NIKE PUMPS, WHERE YOU PUMP THEM UP. I BROUGHT SHORTS, AND T SHIRT.
(The only other times, i would wear trainners, was on sports days.)
I walk onto the playground, my closest and loyal friends by my side, and my class walking behind me. We came out of the left side of the playground, i was scared. (But this was when the athlete you see today, was born) a frawn rose on my fore head) and i was no longer the talkactive, almost Mu Hammad Ali like athlete.
It was like a Mike Tyson entrance to the playground, The whole playground was silent. The other class where very confident, singing stupid songs, and cheering Johnson on.
My class was not confident, i walk the long walk. To the other side of the playground, about 40meters.
With the Nike Pumps on, and my Michael Jackson bad T shirt on, i think. (my shorts on, i was very scared.
He also had pumps, and shorts whole kit. The officails where at the bottom of the play ground. Two of them, to check if we touch the fence properly. And also two officals where at the start to see who touches back first.
The Dinner ladies, also stopped to watch. And gave to one of the officials a whistle, to set off the race.
This was serious, no longer fun, i was’nt cocky or confident. (I began to get angry but scared at the same time)
We matched each other in every departmnet, long jump, high jump, sprint, bean bag racing. In are classes we both won every event.
Never befor had such dominate athletes raced each other in my pirmary school.
He started down in the set position, i stood up. I was ahead of him at the start, about 2meters, to the first fence. The play ground was focused on us. As i touch the fence, i was still in the lead. BUt Johsnon began to come back, i just held on.
I won, My class went crazy, and so did all the play ground. Johson wanted me another race, but i declined.
I left that school as the fastest best athlete ever.
long time ago, nearly 10years ago.
JUST A FLASH BACK THERE, I WENT ON ABIT BUT HEY, I DON’T CARE.
BACK TO TODAY
I laugh to myslef, even more.
“Look at me now, am still doing it, nothing has change” i see my reflection in a passing buss.
It took me about 20mins to get to the stadium. When i arrived there i just walked strainght in, i did’nt even pay, i never pay.
Said hello to the barber in the hair dressers, and then went to get change.
I was out on the track with my top off, warming up and stretching.
5x60m with 2min rest
10min rest
2x150 with 6mins rest inbetween.
10min rest
4 x 5 broad jumps with 3min rest inbetween sets.
6mins rest
alternate leg bounds, for 30meters. Just 2sets of these!
6mins rest
single leg bounds
As i was training, and walking, inhaleing air. And with a frawn on my fore head, i was thinking about when i am next competing.
There was knowone on the track, and it was silent, only me and my own thoughts.
Each saturday i have been training, there has been a strange. White pigeon watching me, on top of the boxing gym high up.
This pigeon looks like a dove, and the light shines bright, off its white feathers. amazing!
All the other pigeons, never sit by him. They all get under the roof, but this guy just sits ontop of the roof. proud, like a king observing his land.
And when i walk up and down on my recovery, it just looks at me, he moves his head.
It is unlike any other pigeon, they are all grey and black.
This is speacial, and i feel like someone up there is watching me, god works in strange ways.
Near the end of my training, little kids, come on the side of the track. They where watching me, and also trying to sprint. They seemed, very interested, and glued to what i was doing. They begin to minmic me, and take there tops off, with their hands on their hips.
After training on the track, i went the sauna, had a chat with one of my freinds, who had been trainning, in boxing. Not in the boxing gym outside one the track, because that gym is shut down.
Yes i feel like i have been given many chances in life, but i never take advantages of them. My first year in college, i was kicked out, and i failed the course. I also failed english again, mostly my own fault.
Now i am once again starring at failure, but i feel like i have been given a chance. Because i have a extra week, to do the work.
I must take this chance
That is a long post.
Jesus, it just happens. I don’t plan to write all of this.
It just happens, when am writing.
bye