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|Atman (profile) wrote, |
on 5-6-2002 at 1:52pm
|Current mood: melancholy
Music: Something goofy
Subject: Track and baseballs
|Alright, at Spuds request, I shall tell the story of the baseball. It was a black and stormy... oh wait. Anyway, it was a sunny afternoon and the distance team got done with our 1 mile warm-up. Some of us were then forced to do a few simple laps, or 5 miles. I don't need to tell you where I got put. Me, Kelly Edly, Cory Hoeffman, Travis Porter, and Keida were all running around near the baseball fields.
NOTE:I was not on the track team. There are routes the track team takes around the schools. Read this until you understand or you will not get the rest of this entry.
Anyway, baseball fields. Thats when I spotted a baseball. My first instinct was a giant jaw-breaker. Canddddieeeee! I ran to it and it was a baseball. Cool I thought, I'll just pocket this and keep moving on. So I did. I kept going until Cory and Travis took off another way because they had to take a dump. I followed Kelly, but he wussed out and I looked for Keida, but he was like, a half a mile behind. NO LEADERSHIP! Nobody to follow! on my on! GAAAAAAAA! Anyway, I used the best mathmatical abilites I had (B- in Algebra) and ran along the on a dirt road. The entire time I did this, I was tossing the baseball up and down as I ran. I got back to what I thought was fairly early, but it turns out I was 20 minutes late! Yikes!
Think about this. 5 miles. I wasn't tired at the end. AT ALL. Plus I was late. What have I learned? Buy a baseball, thats what!