Almost Famous (Dec ’05)
(originally posted 12/21/05)
Holy crap! When I arrived at work and opened my email I learned I had been given some press in a pretty high-profile track and field blog. Jeez, I only wish I had high-profile track and field performances to go along with it. Don’t get me wrong, I can do fairly well when competing at the local level. And, I can typically medal at the state level. But, take the competition up a notch to Nationals or Worlds, where people show up who actually know what they’re doing, and…well it’s another story. If I remember from a by-gone blog entry, 8 discus throwers at Nationals last year posted marks in excess of my personal record. EIGHT! Of course, I keep telling myself that those days are behind me and next season I WILL RULE. But I sort of say that every year…The eternal optimist. (I used to think “hole in one” on every par 3 also.)
So here I am at work…basking in my new-found fame…dreaming of track and field glory…but with heating pad plugged in and strapped to my back. Kind of funny. Oh well, such is the life of a senior track and field wannabe.
I kind of remind myself of an old car I used to have – Once you got it running it was OK, but you were always a little afraid to turn it off because you never knew if you could get it going again.
Holy crap! When I arrived at work and opened my email I learned I had been given some press in a pretty high-profile track and field blog. Jeez, I only wish I had high-profile track and field performances to go along with it. Don’t get me wrong, I can do fairly well when competing at the local level. And, I can typically medal at the state level. But, take the competition up a notch to Nationals or Worlds, where people show up who actually know what they’re doing, and…well it’s another story. If I remember from a by-gone blog entry, 8 discus throwers at Nationals last year posted marks in excess of my personal record. EIGHT! Of course, I keep telling myself that those days are behind me and next season I WILL RULE. But I sort of say that every year…The eternal optimist. (I used to think “hole in one” on every par 3 also.)
So here I am at work…basking in my new-found fame…dreaming of track and field glory…but with heating pad plugged in and strapped to my back. Kind of funny. Oh well, such is the life of a senior track and field wannabe.
I kind of remind myself of an old car I used to have – Once you got it running it was OK, but you were always a little afraid to turn it off because you never knew if you could get it going again.
posted by Jake at 4:01 PM
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