Into the Archives 58-Magazine

Once upon a time, I was famous. Well, sort of. Back when I volunteered at Lakeside Nature Center monthly, I was one of the most frequent volunteers there. So, one day I got a phone call asking if I'd like to be in a magazine photo shoot for Nature's Garden, featuring several of the staff and volunteers at the nature center. Of course I said yes.

It was a nice spring day as we went about our normal volunteer jobs cleaning cages and feeding the animals while a photographer and journalist followed us around. One of the jobs I did was clean out the litter box for the rabbits. I couldn't decide if I wanted that picture in the magazine or not. Once the jobs were done, we went outside with a couple of the baby opossums that were being raised there at the time. I got to be one of the kids who got to hold one and that is the picture that appeared in the magazine! Nearly a year passed and the magazine finally came in the mail some time in the spring of 2010.

Into the Archives 57-Childhood Snapshot

This past Saturday I had my high school graduation party. I made a slideshow of highlights of my life up to now. This is the first half of the slideshow of my childhood up to 2010.

Note: there isn't any music.

The Last Finish Line

The beginning of this track season was slightly nerve wracking. This was my last shot and I had to make it good. I did the preseason indoor track camp at the JCCC again with the wonderful Coach Chris. He helped me get a good head start on my seasons training. On the last day I decided to do a 1600 time trial. Everyone else chose the 800 so I ran alone. Despite being on an indoor track and having no competition, I made it under 6:30. Not as fast as I wanted but it still gave me hope. I just had a feeling I'd finally break 6 this year.

Our first meet of the season was a pretty big one for the team and we had never been to it before so coach decided to only bring the top runners on the team (basically the one's who actually trained during the off season and were in shape) to try it out. It was held mostly at UCM's indoor track but the two longest races were outside.

My 1600 went pretty well with a time of 6:10. My hope rose. Just a couple more meets and I could get my goal, no problem.

I was also in the distance medley which was held inside. Our team was put in the first heat in which we crushed everyone without a problem. We held our breath as we watched the second heat with the faster runners. Much to our dismay, we realized that if we had been in that heat, we could've had some competition and probably at least gotten third. Unfortunately, we only got 4th. But hey, we still got a metal. A cool one at that.

Then came all the other meets. It was mostly a blur with little to remember. I just felt like I was going through the motions and not really having much fun. I wanted this 1600 PR so badly but I never seemed to be able to even break my current PR of 6:04. I came so close but I couldn't seem to push myself those 5 seconds faster.

At one meet, I felt confident and just KNEW I would do it. I pushed until everything in my body ached and screamed for me to stop. I had this. The disappointment as I crossed the line, not even breaking my PR at all was just too much as I broke down in tears. The temptation to give up once and for all was so strong. Who did I think I was? Why did I even care about a silly time?

A couple times I had a really bad race that neared 6:20. What was I doing wrong? I kept going but it had gotten to the point that I expected myself to fail and walked away from each race unsurprised.

Around and around and around the track I went with no luck.

One day I actually broke my PR by a second. But I was too mad to even care.

I also ran the 800 in most meets but I was so focused on the 1600 that I really didn't put much into it and ran some pretty embarrassing times.

I think I ended up PRing at Nationals but didn't even realize it until a few weeks later when I was going through the results. (I say "I think" because I didn't keep a great record last year.) It was a fun race to watch even as a participant because our team took 4th-7th places in a sea of blue.

Then there was the 4x800. A very strong team with rarely any competition.

Meet in and meet out we just kind of jogged it to save our energy for our bigger races where we'd actually have to compete for points.

Somehow our team broke the team record when we ended up with a contesting team. Exciting, but I honestly didn't care or really notice. This wasn't what I was looking for.

Through the continual disappointment, I had great teammates who let me cry on their shoulder and vent my frustration to.

We also ate a lot of food together. Snacks are highly vital as a runner.

Nationals weekend came. I didn't know what to expect but I wasn't expecting a whole lot. I didn't go down on Friday night because I wanted to go to prom so I missed my brothers big 3200 PR. That was disappointing. My coach had replaced me with another girl in the 4x800 because she had been running better 800 times all season. I honestly didn't care that much because I was able to sleep in a little longer that morning.
When I got there, the heat was already rising. Running well in heat rarely works for me. I gritted my teeth. I couldn't afford to think that way today. We spent most of our time hanging out in the student center of the college we were running at. Staying rested and out of the sun was wonderful. I ran my first race of the day, the 800, several hours later. That went surprisingly well which added a drop to my confidence. Then I went back to the student center and relaxed some more.
The next event was the 400 which I hadn't raced all year. I went to check myself into the race as big, angry storm clouds began to roll in. I was getting kind of excited to try this race out again after a long time when drops of rain began to drip from the sky. The drip became a drizzle which quickly became a downpour. The meet came to a halt as everyone scrambled to grab their things and head for cover. I huddled with some of my friends and family under the bleachers for what seemed ages. I kicked the gravel angrily. Is this how my last meet was supposed to end? Why? Why? Why?
Finally there was a break in the clouds and people began to cautiously come out of hiding. The meet officials announced that the meet would continue but all hurdling events would be canceled. Well, there went the steeplechase which I was looking forward to trying. This also meant the the meet would be a bit shorter which made me have to make a decision. Should I scratch the 400 to save my energy for the 1600? I tossed the options back and forth for awhile. I scouted out my competition and decided that I really didn't have much of a chance to get points so it was probably a better idea to save it. I went and scratched myself out of the 400, praying that I had made the right decision. Well, I was down to half as many events as I had started with. I HAD to make this good.
I lined up for the 1600 feeling good. I knew what I had to do. Staying with Emily is what would get me there. "I am totally capable," I told myself. I rounded the first lap right on pace. Emily began to pull away and I dug in. I drafted her and pulled myself back to her side when I began falling back. The third lap is always the hardest part of the race and I knew my legs and lungs were about to reach their top screaming point. My mom's cheering and the thought of this being my last race was what got me through that lap. This had to happen or else I'd never forgive myself. The last lap I felt like I was flying. I could feel the speed pouring into my legs. I was side by side with Emily now. One last burst of energy pulled me past her as I flew down the last straight across the finish line. I glanced down at my watch and nearly screamed. For the next half hour my face was stuck in a dazed, surprised look and my breathing didn't go back down to normal. I had done it! Barely, but the first digit of the time was a 5 and that's all I cared about.

I left that meet revived and thoroughly happy that I had ended this chapter of my life so well.

The Lions will always be my second family. They make up a powerful team on and off the track. The 6 other Seniors I ran with this year are some amazing people and will be serious forces for good as they go out into the world and make a difference in many more lives.

As for me, I plan to put my serious running on hold for now. But I certainly plan on getting back into it when I start college.

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If you would like to see all of my posts about track and cross country, here is a "playlist", if you will, of all of them.

thisismyrealife.blogspot.com/search/label/Running

Into the Archives 56-Handshake

My little sis and I have had a "secret" handshake since she was a tiny tot. Today the world can see it recorded from back in 2010 with an extra routine at the end.

Into the Archives 55-Reading

I can't remember why we took this picture. I think it was for some project my mom was doing. In any case, this picture is so incredibly dorky that I had to share it for this week's ITA.