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Post by amanda on Nov 5, 2006 8:36:11 GMT -6
The weather was rainy and cold; the sky had a luminous dark appearance. Soft but steady footsteps could be heard as Amanda rounded the bend to start her last lap around the track. Her moderate jogging soon became a full-on sprint has she headed towards her imaginary ‘finish line’, completing her 2 ½ mile run forcefully. Gasping for air, she walked with her hand on her hips until she came to a complete stop. Looking at her watch she mumbled between breathes, “Fifteen…minutes and…36 seconds”. To the average person, even the average athlete that would be an excellent time. However she did not consider herself average, and had no plans on accepting an average time. That explains why on a day like this, Amanda is spending her free blocks training. Although her current sport, volleyball, didn’t require her to be an excellent runner, she always felt like she had to be in top condition.
Picking up her water bottle she took two small sips spitting both of them out. Stretching out her calves, thighs, and hamstrings she prepared herself to do five sets of 100 yard sprints. Completing the first three sets Amanda suddenly felt a rush of lonliness. Being out side on a cold, drizzly day running sprints for a whole period by yourself can do that to a person I guess. She cracked a smile as she imagined how silly she looked running by herself in her bright pink sports bra, navy blue running shorts and black running sneakers. Her body somewhat damp with a mixture of rain and sweat running down her toned stomache. She continued to run more sprints until she moved onto her next training excercise-strides.
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Post by sariavanembden on Nov 5, 2006 16:43:40 GMT -6
Saria's bus ride to get to the track had not been very pleasant, from be hit on by a man old enough to be her father or that she was squished between two fat old ladies that smelled like rotton cheese. Her mood as she came to the track was not very happy. The weather seemed to be going along with her mood as well.
She had a small distance to walk to get to the field. Then she would stretch and do her warm up mile. After that she would do two miles, then a mile and a half, a mile, and then half a mile. Giving herself a minor break in between the two. The goal of this was to pick up speed with every time.
The only real reason she was even at this school was her running; she had to be in top condition and train daily if she wanted to remain the best. She did weights at least twice a week to keep her toned. It was a new year, her competition has been getting harder each year.
She had on a white wifebeater over her black sports bra. Not really a good choice and could explain getting hit on. Black shorts and white running shoes. All of this was her usual decour when running. Her hair as well usually pulled up in a messy bun; she hated when sweaty hair touched her neck.
Finally on the track she place her sport bag in the 8th lane, it was pretty empty out there besides the girl in the pink sports bra. It wouldn't hassle anyone. She took off her wifebeater and placed it inside of her bag and also retrieving her two water bottles and a stop watch. She began to stretch with a simple touch her toes.
Stretching everything out, she started her light and easy warm up mile to get her even more relaxed and stretched out. She started in a jog and coming closer to the girl. She couldn't see her face, and had no idea who it was.
She was coming close now, not to startle her when she jogged by she gave a quick, "Hey."
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Post by amanda on Nov 6, 2006 19:34:43 GMT -6
{Lets keep on going as if it was before the beach party?}
As Amanda ran she sensed the presence of somebody else, and not long after she heard a "hey". Not letting it break her concentration she gave a small smile and continued her lap. Yay! Somebody else whose willing to practice even though it's raining she thought.
Breathing heavily at the end of the track she leaned over placing her hands around her ankles, stretching her hamstrings. As the girl finished her warm up lap Amanda walked over. "Hey" she said trying to monitor her breathing and continued with, "I'm Amanda," and a head nod. Most girls couldn't pull off the subtle head nod that is often exchanged in the hallways by guys, but this time Amanda made it work. She would have offered a hand shake, but the sweat and rain covering both of their bodies made it a less desireable choice.
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Post by sariavanembden on Nov 6, 2006 19:57:24 GMT -6
"I'm Saria," she said pulling back one leg to stretch it. She didn't want to ruin her lap by stiffening up. "Wonderful day for a run," she said pointing up. She hadn't seen this girl to often, run through in the hall, but she had never said hi.
To keep away an awkward silence, "So, what do you run?" Saria herself ran the 800m, 1 mile, and 2 mile, doing particularly well in the 800m. She practically sprints the hole time (Not the hole time). She patted her bun to keep it off her neck.
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Post by amanda on Nov 7, 2006 17:37:29 GMT -6
Stretching her arm she thought back on the last 40 minutes,"Today I ran 2.5 miles, and then followed with sprints, strides, and I will probably do a 'cool-down' lap". She somehow felt like she was bragging, despite the fact that the girl would most likely do about the same if not more. "But I don't actually run track, I'm just training for Volleyball," taking a break to take a swig of water,"you?"
Lifting her leg to stretch her quads she thought about the upcoming seasons, each one bringing loads of stress, especially basketball and lacrosse. Basketball being the more popular of the sports, had the most probability of getting her into college, which was important as her chances of being admitted solely on her academics was devastatingly low. She was the captain of the Lacrosse team, and was often looked upon to excel above the others-which she usually did-but often carried the burden for a loss. Sighing inside, she waited for the girl's reply.
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