Yesterday, was a big track meet at Eureka High. On the track team i run the 1 mile and dabble in others like 800m and 2 mile.Well, anywho for me this was a big track meet for me and it didn't help that it was called "Big 5" because that always makes it sound that much more important.This was my last meet for the season most likely and i have yet to break 5 on my one mile time. My time as it stands is 5:05(well, thats what i think it is my coach says its 5:06 but thats only because a stupid ass lady wrote my time wrong) so all i have to do was run the race just 6 dame seconds faster to get a 4:59.So all day during the race i was stressing out like nobodys business and that gave a massive headache.Also in stupid Henshaw i brought in my videocamera (which is not to fun to carry around) into his class to show a Blues song that Me and Tessa recorded us singing for a project,but "God,damn it!" we ran out of time becasue Henshaw is a idoit with time.Also this group of preppy ass girls like to take there damm time showing us there Blues video they filmed which i guess was pretty good(they had on slutty dresses that makes anything good ;).So this puts me in a geat mood and also i have to carry around a huge ass backpack and huge sports bag before and after school which i have a great time doing.Then after school i have to lug this shit to the GYM on top of those two bags i also had my stupid video camera on my shoulder and i was also holding a fucking book in my hand.During my journey to the locker room in the GYM i was walking with Matt which like to say "hi" to every fucking person and i would say hi to if i didn't have like 60 pounds "ON MY BACK!".
So i get to the Track locker room where i put on all my stuff just pilling on the layers of mt sweaters and stuff so i could take it all off before the race to be lighter( it helps you run faster). I get on the track and the pressure washes over me agian as my race inches forward.Time goes on and i do a warm up with Chris Scheffler where we tell each other how shitty we feel and much the race is going to suck.We get back to the track where i am now more nerves and i put on my racing flats( very light running shoes).After the varsity guys run it was time for me to race and i had no one to run with because only me and Hoops where they fast ones in the race.The race starts and im actually feeling better than usual during this race, but it got annyoing when my dad would yelling out advice from the stands which he doesnt know about what the hell hes talking about so would just keep running.BY the last 200m Hoops was a 100 meters in front of me and i was second in the race.I saw Hoops finish and he was all happy so i guess he broke five, so i was like "shit" because that meant time was ruuning out, So by the time i sprinted past the finish line with all i had I got a fucking 5:08.Once i heard my time at the finish line i yelled "FUCK!"