Thursday, October 6, 2011

Coach Payne Wanted To Kill Me

Growing up, I was an incredibly athletic person. My second career choice when I was a kid was to be a professional athlete. Before I decided to go after my true dreams in the performing arts, I was strictly focused on being as good as an athlete as I could be. I ended up learning how to play eight different sports in the process. Of course, it didn't work out in the end. I wasn't getting taller, which tanked my professional athlete aspirations.

During the time though, I joined my middle school track team. Track along with tennis were my top two favorite sports. Walking and jogging are still to this day hobbies of mine. I like walking around the city and my body gets in shape in the process.

My track coach (let's call him Coach Payne) pushed us to the max. He didn't care if we were short, thin, or even both. He saw potential in all fifteen of us and he was going to make sure that we were going to meet his expectations. This potential he predicted led to a daily brutal workout regiment. We were stretching like maniacs. I'm sure a few of us would have learned how to do a split in the end. We would jog around the yard, just to get our legs ready. There were tiny moments when we would race each other in order to show how far we improved.

One day during practice, he decided to take it to the next level. He gathered us together outside the front yard in the our shorts with the sun shining on us like a rod.

"This is what we're going to do," said Coach Payne."You guys have done amazingly well. I am proud of everything you have accomplished for the past two months. But today, I've decided to do something a little different. I want you guys to give me 10 laps around this entire school. It's one good way to know you guys are not slacking off. A true athlete wouldn't be tired after ten."

Our school was as wide as the Louisiana Superdome if it was medium sized. Just one run around that place would wear a person out, especially when you are short and thin as I was. There were no excuses. Five seconds, we were jogging around the school like a few runaways. I can't explain to you guys what I was going through. My body was going through so much pain and sweat, I thought I wasn't going to make it. My heart tried to make a few attempts to exit my body, and every time I was down and out, Coach Payne would come to me and say "Keep running you deserted maggot" like we were in the military.

Finally, we were done. I fell to the ground, trying to give my body a rest.

Suddenly, Coach Payne comes over to me and said "That was awesome. Now stand up and get on the bus. We have to go to the game in one hour."

As for what happened to me at the track game competition? I don't know if I want to write about that.

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