WE WON!!! ALL THREE MEETS, Boys Vars, Girls Vars, and Boys JV!
Today was…. amazing. God was really really there in my races,
in my steps, in my breaths. I have never run so fast. It
makes no sense really, not with the amount of sleep the other bothers I
have today and everything. But I do believe that He was
there. I placed 1st in the 50 (part of our only SWEEP!!!! YES)
and got 1st place in the 300 and to go with it, I cut my best time by
0.5 seconds (which, in the 300, is quite impossible at the level I run
at… scary) so it’s now 35.9sec. So I’m pleased.
Aside from the meet, I had a Physics test which was REALLY REALLY
hard… Double English1 discussing the end of the book I haven’t
finished…. I slept all of 7th double-free (in the big comfy chair I
brought into Garver). After the meet, had
dinner then hung out in the library with Kit for a bit until the Econ
lecture at 8. Now I’m in my room and I’ve just sent out a letter
to commemorate our victory over Exeter. Hoo-AH! And I have
a 5-page paper for English2 due tomorrow. Crap. Ok out.
Wednesday, February 15th, 2006.
Dear Teammates, Dear Fighters, Dear Victors:
Today was the achievement of everything and more than I have
hoped for this team. Boys, Girls,
Varsity, JV – every athlete at every level today performed beyond any captain’s
wildest dreams. You raced and threw and
vaulted and jumped with such heart, with such determination, with such
power. Every single point tallied today
is because of your sheer will. Every
single point was hard-earned with your energy and your sacrifice.
Today was a day of heroic feats and grand attempts on a
scale that I have not seen since champions like Sheldon, O’Shea, Frekker,
Dlesk, McBride or Robie have graduated and gone. I have never seen so many PRs, so many
all-out races, so many people give everything that they have for the sake of
self-improvement and for the sake of the team.
In every heat of every race and on every attempt of every jump or throw
or vault, you singularly devoted yourselves to the task at hand. I am in awe of the results today. The goals that were a reach were made to look
easily attainable, and that which seemed impossible was conquered. This was no a development year, this was a
year of victory.
Girls and Boys, you have successfully defeated a reigning
behemoth of track and field in our league.
You have toppled last year’s NEPSTA champions, you have fought the red
Polypheme with underdog tenacity and shown them that a prescribed outcome will
not be tolerated and an arrogant gesture will not be allowed; you have set
Goliath in his place. I am proud of each
and every one of you. I hope that you
realize the deeds you have accomplished and made your own. This victory is wholly yours, no one
person’s, no one grade’s – it belongs to every one of you, on either team, at
So revel in what we have done. I do not mean for us to be cocky; remember
that they are worthy and vengeful opponents who will try to bite us back next
season. But understand that you have
surpassed so many goals and marks and hopes and strategies, and become in your
own right a team of heroes.
This victory was rightly and fairly won. Congratulate yourselves and rest with the
knowledge of the glory that took place today.
It is not often that a group can distinguish themselves so boldly. You band of leviathan-slayers will go far. It has been an honor to captain you and a
privilege to run beside and cheer for you.
I am well-satisfied to mark my very last meet indoors with this shining
Yours, humbly and joyously,
Tomorrow: Physics Test 1st period. Finish English1 book for 2nd
period. Nap 7th period (probably). EXETER MEET @ 2:30
(Warm-up @ 1:45). I wrote a letter to inspire the chaps.
It’s kinda over the top but just… imagine that this is your most
important competition or your school’s most important competition (if
you are an athlete or one with school pride) and I think you’ll get it.
Tuesday, Februray 14, 2006.
Dear Gentlemen, Dear Teammates, Dear Soldiers:
Tomorrow is our meet against Exeter. This is the day, most important, most
revered, most competitive and most significant for us. This is the day where we meet our red-clad
foes and test our mettle. We will jump,
we will throw, we will vault, we will run to prove who is the better. We will cheer and scream and shout and pray
for our teammates as they go head to head, elbow to elbow, and mark to mark against
our rivals. This is the day we love yet
fear the most.
Tomorrow’s meet will be difficult; I cannot stress that
enough. They have several proven
athletes that we have faced (either last year, or last week, or last season for
my fellow Cross-Countrymen) that we know will bring the heat without remorse. This is not going to be easy; the scales are
not in our favor. But that does not mean
that we are doomed. It simply means that
victory is going to require every ounce of ferocity, blood, oxygen and effort
that you can muster, every inch of empowered muscle and sinew within. It will not come easily, but it can be done.
Tomorrow we will need real, raw, unfettered effort to win,
we will need runners to fight and kick with all they have until they have
crossed the tape and not a second before.
You must race with everything, regardless of how your vision quivers and
darkens at the very last steps. We will
need jumpers to avoid faults, to reach long and high and refuse to give up even
if you have only one more attempt left and the Exie in front of you is
regrettably winning. Forget what he has jumped;
think only of what you can do. We will
need throwers to embrace the idea of “51” and throw with Herculean, promethean
strength, to throw farther than ever.
Throw your best, throw better than your best, throw with intensity. A win will require nothing less.
I am not asking for the impossible; indeed, you are all
excellent, no matter your heat, no matter your PR, no matter your best
throw. I do not mean to say that winning
is everything; it isn’t. Regardless of
the outcome, there will be PRs set and new heights reached – they are always to
be celebrated. But I know that each and
every one of you who is a part of this team wants this victory, wants these
bragging rights, wants to beat them without the cheap and cheesy “safety
school” or “red meat” chants – you are higher than that so compete
honorably. This is the real stage, this
is a battle of epic proportions, this is the field where titans clash and snarl
with pride for who we are. Do not make
the mistake of calling them unworthy opponents, but do not write us off, by no
means write us off. We come from a great
tradition of warlike runners and heroic athletes. We have the chance to write that legacy anew.
Prepare yourselves; prepare to fight with all you’ve got. You know you want it. Want it enough and act upon it, and we may
have our victory tomorrow.
With great faith and camaraderie,