Thursday, February 12, 2015

My Most Mature Memory

                 I run track for Pacific Racers. Once you become a distance runner on my team, you are the best of the best. Once you go on “The Run,” you are even better. “The Run” is a 2.2 mile run that I around the neighborhood. You are not watched, so you have to be self-aware and responsible. You could be kidnapped and no one would know. It is creepy, but awesome. This is the time I went on “The Run.”
“The Run” or “The Loop” is a loop or a sideways “D”. It is along Franklin High Road, which is a “U”. This was a proud moment for me. Distance runners are the best of the best and becoming one is an honor, but with becoming a distance runner there is endurance training. I was transferring from mid-distance to long distance, 800m to 1500 and 1600m. This is doubling the distance I was running, which was hard to do. It was time to run “The Run.”
            I was 9 years old at that time. I was young, immature, and naive. I had been on the track team for 6 months. Tasia King was one of the older girls who had been going on “The Run.” There was also Mia Terry and Simone Abdur-Rahim. There was also two boys. Their names were Jordan Lawrence and Marcellus Jones. The boys seemed cool, but the girls seemed crazy at the time. I soon realized they were all kind of crazy and weird. I liked that.
            I was going to go on “The Run” and I did not know it. Coach said, “JT, follow these guys on the loop.” I questioned, “Where am I going?” “Just follow them and as soon as you know it,” Coach told me, “you will be back here.” I questioned again, “Really?” He said, “Just go.” So I followed them. Inside I was as excited as a child who was told he would get a lollypop. I did not know it was a 2 mile run. I was so tired and I asked them, “How much further?” They said, “We are only halfway there.” I exclaimed, “Oh no, I'm going to die!!!” We then started to talk and run. I saw new sights: a park, people, and a dog. I heard new sounds: cars rushing by. I felt new feelings: the air rushing through my hair and self-pride.
            It was not that bad until the end. This is when they said, “You have to sprint in at the end and you have to stay behind us.” I agreed. They started sprinting and so did I. They were so much faster than me. I was tired as me at 11pm. I just started jogging, because there was no hope in catching up to them. At the end, I realized I just ran “The Run.” My friends asked me about it and if it was hard. They soon went on their first runs and we were all distance runners together. We all are distance runners to this day.

            This impacted my life, because I had to experience something new, and it made me a better runner and better person. I was more responsible, because I was trusted to go on “The Run” first of all my friends. Some of them were older than me. I did something they didn’t do. It made me feel like a leader to the group. It was something I had and they didn’t have. To this very day, I am the leader to this troop of friends. They are my squad. I am like the Alfa wolf to the pack. This run helped me be the runner I am today.

Thursday, February 5, 2015

I'm Back (for now) :>

Hello friends...
I haven't put anything up in a year, but it is OK!!!
Here is my DAWG again. Memories are coming back. Anyways, I'm just posting this to show I am still alive so...



BYE Again.