Cross Country @ MindSay

i love this. i can feel my hard work paying off. i'm running, and being active, and i can literally feel the muscles in my body strengthening. and now i get it, you know?

i'd see all these people, those uber-athletes like mariah and amber, and i'd just think, why? why bother? what can possibly be worth all the pain and effort and time you put into sports? in amber and mariah's case, and for some of those talented, athletic guys, there are things like scholarships to consider, but for so many guys, you know they're not going anywhere with sports. but still they try, still they sweat and they bleed and they, heaven forbid, wake up early!!! what could these people possibly be getting out of it, that they'd be willing, more than willing, to give all this up?

well, now i see why. i feel why. my muscles are growing firmer, i'm building stamina and for the first time in my life, i feel like i'm actually using at least some of my body's potential. i'm sore in places i didn't know i had, and i'm exhausted at the end of every day, but when i'm standing in the shower and i can see the muscles in my legs, i can flex them and feel their solidity, it's all worth it. that's not a number on a computer screen, that's not an 'a' at the top of a paper, that's living proof of the effort i'm putting into what i'm doing.

when i say i run cross country, when i tell, ok, brag to people i ran three miles today and they tell me i'm crazy and how could anyone want to just run? i don't know what to tell them, because there's nothing i can say that can describe this feeling of accomplishment and well-being. 'i run because i love getting in shape,' 'i run because of the pride i feel when i shave a minute and a half off my time,' 'i run to prove to myself that i can,' it's all this and more.

it doesn't matter to me that i'm not placing high or medaling, it doesn't matter to me that i get lapped by my team mates on the track. some days i might place 15th, some days i might place 4th to last. but i remember when i couldn't jog a mile without stopping, now i can jog two and barely break a sweat. i may be the least flexible person on the team, but hey, i can touch my toes sometimes now. i went from the 2nd slowest to being able to keep up with jen. it's these little victories that keep pushing me to do my best.

this sport, more than anything, has proven to me that i can do anything if i put my mind to it, that my body isn't holding me back and that the only things that can stop me from getting what i want are the limitations that i set up in my own mind. 

this is my world; that's why i run it.

Cross Country Banquet was last night. and it was really nice.

there were so many more people on the team this year than there was last year, so the place was packed. BUT. good job Welton. we still have the shortest banquet at Elko High School.

i didn't letter this year. got DAMN near close, but didn't letter.  but. you know. Cross Country is a harder sport to letter in than a bunch of others. actually like all of them.



whatevs. i'll letter next year.

hello hello hello to you all.

last week: 28:01.
this week: 26:57.



that's right.

meet tomorrow in DouglASS. it's actually Douglas but i just like spelling it like that. it's one of those meets that's only 2 1/2 miles and you run with your grade level instead of jv/varsity/boys/girls. like all the freshman then all the sophmores and so on and so forth. puuuuurdy amazing i guess. it should be fun. i love bus rides. :D



oh and the other thing here. every year we buy at least two shirts. sometimes they make you buy the sweatshirt and this year they did that too. we only got this one shirt today though. it has got to be the ugliest fucking thing i've ever seen.



i liked the other ones better. in past years they've been maroon with just Elko at the top and then a Native guy running and below that there was CC with an arrow through it. then of course there's the really great quotes on the back. this year's quote is like, Champions are made when nobody's watching.

yeah i know. >.>




we should get our other shirt and sweatshirt at the meet or tomorrow morning before we leave.






but to the real point here. wish me luck? anyone?

Update: It's 9th period (assembly time) and I just spent something like 3 periods painting a HUGE black and red sign that proudly says, "Class of '07". It's so perdy. XD I can't help but be proud of eet.

 

Thank God, Mrs. Krelie called off the Driver Ed make-up tonight, so I can take my damn sweet time in Corning and rock out with Aubbs for a bit. Then I'll go home, get my shit around, fix mah hair, go to the volleyball game tonight, then proceed on to the dance. It'll be busy but fun; the absence of Driver Ed just made things a ton easier. You've no idea.

 

I'm really quite stoked for the assembly. I always get so into it and I get really pumped up, especially with the parade tomorrow. You can tell someone's dedicated to their class when they're willing to be at the school at 8 a.m. on a Saturday morning to work for four or five hours on a float just so they can keep up their title of running champs. My class has won the float contest the last three years in a row and we're not about to give up our title of champions. Our theme was restaurants this year so we chose Red Lobster; there's still so much to do and I hope we can get it all done by noon tomorrow. I have faith in my class, though. We always pull through. :)

 

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Right... Homecoming's today. I'm not sure if I want to go to the dance tonight or not; it's $6 (what a fucking rip-off) and I'm not sure I want to spend my Friday night couped up in a hot, people-packed gym with crappy music. Our Homecoming dances usually leave a lot to be desired, though the assemblies are always rather interesting. XD Generally, any assembly at ACS involves a lot of screaming and a package of condoms to blow up.

 

Oh, that reminds me... I've been talking to my mum more and more (I told her that I smoked and that I'm not waiting until marriage to get laid), and she completely understands it. It's weird; I would've thought Mum, of all people, would geek the most, but she outright told me she'd rather she was the one buying me condoms and cigarettes than anyone else.

 

Well holy fuckin' shit. I was so surprised, I gaped. I did NOT expect that kind of response from her. We had a little heart-to-heart a couple nights ago and I felt so much better after I talked with her. She knows I've been drunk before, which is a relief, but I really, really want to tell her I've smoked weed. However, I think that one had best wait until I move out... >.> For all our sakes.

 

I 'spose I should shove off. The period's are shortened today, so journalism's going to end in like... 3 minutes. I might update later; I'm supposed to be getting my computer back tonight. It was up to Mystic Media getting fixed, or rather getting a million and one viruses/adware/spyware cleaned out of its system. -_- Stupid Internet. Evil files. *slaps viruses*

 

Oh, and I didn't get that Nokia cell phone, but I got a Sony Ericsson. XD It's cute as hell. *huggles Sony*

 

Random song quote: "Jesus is risen; that's no surprise."

 

--The Pirate Celt