April 13, 2007
One day, in a forgotten age, the (Mid)-Distance runners were up to no good. They were out on only a 30 minute run. While Cole Bumstead and Jake Snow were taking a rest break outside of one Mickey Anderson's house, they saw an aura of light from behind the trees. The aura emerged from the brush, and the two realized it was Garrett Allen. Garrett told them about a treasure he had seen under a bridge nearby, and the three went on a quest to see what this treasure was. After a while of searching, the three amigo's met up with the rest of the (mid)-distance runners, and they continued their search. After a while of searching they found their beloved treasure, which consisted of a knife, a pool stick (in perfect condition), and two road flares. Jake Snow "called" the pool stick, and that burden was placed on him for the rest of the run. Matt Pruss "called" a road flare and, after many tries, got one to light. Those were the only items from the treasure that were taken, and the pool stick was returned to it's rightful owner at a later date. The runners then decided it was time to be getting back to the school, and Matt did not only one dangerous thing, but two dangerous things at once; he ran with fire (the flare part of the flare) and a sharp point (the 'stick in the ground' part of the flare). Once they got about halfway to the school Matt decided it was time to part with his flare, and sent it hurling through the air. The flare landed with an impacts so large, and so vast, that the (Mid)-Distance runners were blinded and burned momentarily after it hit. The runners continued this adventure by forming a "v" with the members and running down to the school with a slight "ooh-ahh" in their step. This story has been handed down for many many days, and will not be forgotten in ages.



April 18, 2007
The (Mid)-Distance track members were on a gruesome 35 minute jog. Upon reaching a bridge they took a break. One of the members of the (mid)-distance had a fantastic idea: "Let's throw boulders that weigh about seven times our weight into the water." I believe were his exact words. So the rest of the team discussed this idea, and reached the conclusion that it would be a fun activity that would instill team commradery. The first few boulders were pretty large, but nothing to brag about. The final boulder took seven people, including Garrett, to lift and carry to the top. This behemoth of a rock hit the water, and left not a drop in the creek. The dead fish were flopping and began to smell, when Garrett used all of his might, and put the water back where it belonged. Another fun-filled day as a (mid)-distance runner came to a close, and that's all for this story.



April 25, 2007
The runners were only on a 20 minute run on this day, and, upon meeting up with two friends on the run, formulated a plan most hilarious, and most dangerous. The two friends they met up with were Dilan Druivenga and one Nicholas Stephens. The two of them ran home and got two bicycles, and met up with the (mid)-distance runners at a nearby creek. The plan was delayed for a while when they realized the area where they were going to commence the plan was to safe. So the group of people continued on down the trail until they came upon sharp rocks, strong current, and tigers, all in one area. They decided to initiate the plan sequence here. Jake Snow hopped on Nicholas' bike and rode away from the creek for a few moments, then turned around. Hoping the bike had brakes Jake reached his fingers forward, searching for the brake, and looked down, realizing that it had none. He then put his foot mere centimeters above the ground, and thought about stopping, but instead put his foot back on the pedals and gained speed. Upon hitting the water Jake rode for about ten feet into the muk, when his front tire came to a dead stop, and he went flipping over the handlebars. After retrieving the bike and putting his hoodie back on, Dilan decided it was his turn. Dilan rode away from the creek for about as far as Jake did, then turned and raced toward it, fearless. He hit a bump just right and went flying through the air, over the water, and finally came down, directly in the middle of the creek. When the runners saw his head pop up they were relieved, for they thought a tiger might have drug him down into the depths of the deep. After retrieving Dilan's bike the runners and the friends realized that they had to part. The runners ran back to the school, and the friends went to Dilan's house to clean up. Thus ends entry three of the (mid)-distance memoirs.

 

 

January 8, 2008
The adventures of the Mid-distance runners were put on halt at the end of the track season. We lost a very tough, and an extremely versatile leader, Garrett Allen. We will surely miss him over the next season, but are sure we can pull through, for we've never failed before. We won't know for sure how we will fair without him until February 11th, the start of the next track season. This is all I have to say at this very saddening time of misfortune.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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