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Nathan Arizona wrote:

[quote]BOOMM wrote:

It was my sophomore year. At the time my fastest 800 was a 2:07. This usually being a slower meet we ran the 4x800 with only two of our 800 guys, a senior, me, and some JV guys who ran 2:25 or so. I was anchoring. My older brother who isn't a runner came to watch me, but thought I was terrible at the time because I'd been lucky enough to race terribly at all the meets he had come to previously.

After an awful 4x8 where I ran 2:15 for 3rd I figured that this was going to go like normal. I suck, brother tells me I'll get them next time, he thinks I'm a wimp.

Feeling like crap I go back to the bus to sleep before my open 8. Hoping for a miracle. I wake up feeling just as crappy and walk out to my coach on the infield to tell him I want to scratch, but before I get there he says "You should be warming up." I keep walking, "Like running, get going now!" "Am I really going to do this? You saw that 4x8, I haven't run that slow since I was a freshman, and even then that would be slow." He just looks me in the eye and says "It isn't an option. Now warm up or I'm going to be seriously pissed at you if you don't give this your best shot." I mumble some mean things and warm up.

At check in I look over the guy's shoulder and see 2:04, 2:06, and 2:02 seed times and go white with fear. "This is going to be a massacre!" I think to myself.

At the gun we go out slow, hitting the first 200 in 31 and I'm in second behind the 2:02 guy thinking, "Your damn right I'll give this my best shot!" I didn't want to give him a reason to be pissed off at me. at 300 I start to get past by 2 guys, probably the other two fast seed times. I figure I'll hang onto their tails at least till the first lap is over.

Just as we hit the bell one of these idiots cuts in front of me and I have to slow down and cut to the outside in order to not trip. I was pissed and just decided, "What the hell, if they are going to be as*holes then I'm going to go down swinging. I'm going to make this hurt." at 500 I creep up into third and let out a snot rocket before accelerating into the lead. I didn't realize it at the time but I gapped them quicker than you could say, "Kick!"

The last 150 was agony but I held on to the win in 2:02 after a late charge from the 2:02 guy. It was the happiest I felt about a race for a long while. They counted me out and it blew up in their faces!

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