"That is what to the pain means. It means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever."

Running and racing are two different things.

So today, we had a tri meet against Nelson and WC and we have a double meet week, one Monday and one Wednesday, and it's pretty killer on the whole homework and staying warm and sleeping along with working a ton this week because of railroad.

But this is inconsequential.

In comparison to the fact that I MUST BEAT NELSON. They are a plague to Appomattox and our rivals in all sports and because half of their girls cross country team is composed of soccer players, it's just too easy for me to hate them. Tri meets just make it acute how close I am to them without actually being able to finish them off, like seeing how everything plays out in front of you and all you can do is run to see it sooner. Since it's just me trying to get points even though the middle schoolers beast up all the time I WANT TO KICK THEIR ASSES SO BADLY.

So, that means dropping time really fast at the end of the season, which.... hurts when I'm not properly prepared. But pain wins over seeing the dejected faces of Nelson runners ANYTIME.

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