“There are no lower lows, nor higher highs than can be achieved in track and field.”
3/25/06
Week-14 Saturday: St. Francis Invitational (mtn. view)
4x100: I didn’t have my own spikes this day, I had to borrow a pair from a freshman who was running 2heats before our own. And I borrowed a pair from our hurdler (who started the 4x1) for the DMR and 4x400. After his heat, I threw on his shoes and hustled down to my zone, the white-cap was asking “Are you guys ready” I was yelling NOO! And he asked again, I yelled “NOo!” and some nice lady said "He’s putting his shoes on… so the guy OF COURSE waves the white flag. I was in the wrong lane! Ugh… I realized I was in the wrong lane just as Luis hit the mark. Sunova bitch it sucked. Sad thing was? we had a 43~ relay time going.
Distance Medley Relay: Our starter, wasn’t so great. He has been injured for the past few weeks, but is a very talented runner. Anyway he stunk in his leg. Our 400m guy made up the gap. And I ran a shitty leg. Granted it was windy, but I started out SLOW And the second lap was inexcusable. Ivan, the miler leg, started out slow, I gave him a flat tire and he lost his shoe. We pulled him off the track. I split a 2:06. That was devestating.
I sat in the bleechers with my beany pulled down over my face -like I normally have it when I’m taking a nap and sobbed. I cried for an hour. Why do I compete if I’m not willing to try? Why am I still running? The shoes, the gloves, the beeny, the warmups, the duffle with “CIF State Championship” in big white letters, it’s all an act. I’m not a runner. Runner’s fight for victory. They lay themselves on the line to find out who’s the best. I haven’t had a “good race” all year. Davis? Why would they want me. I’m damaged goods. A cripple. Not fit for collegiate, hell. I’m not even fit for Frosh-soph track. — I cried on my dad’s shoulder (thank God he was there) for ~30 minutes
I didn’t want to run the 4x400 after the DMR, but I was okay when it was time for me to get the stick.
4x400: Our third guy was weak. He’d run 2 workouts all year, and we’re praying we can get him in shape in tie for CCs. We went from a solid 3rd to a close 3rd with fourth place 10 meters behind. I got a good handoff and ran for dear life. A runner caught me on the back straight. He edged a two step lead, but I pounded the last 20m of the straight and made him run on my shoulder the whole turn. I threw in an extra little bit on the home straight, and finished my leg in euphoria. That blessed ecstacy of agony.
I untied my spikes crying -smiling.
Workout Meterage
12000
Weekly Meterage
46400