THIS PART OF POST STARTED WRITING 3/25
That was the progression for the past 4 days for me.
First day detailed in most recent post.
Tuesday
Felt fucking awesome and motivated. Nothing special happened at school. We ran a 3xFWBW tempo run (8:01, 7:59, 7:56) followed by an all out FWBW. Going up the start hill, I wasn’t too confident that I would run well, but then I got pissed off about a lot of things and decided to light the shit out of the backwoods. I ended up running a 7:08 FWBW, and we set a 5-man average record for the FWBW. (George also set the individual record)
George – 6:36
Bert – 7:08
Ollie – 7:24
Joe – 7:40something?
Arthur – 7:40something?
The run completely made my day, and i felt awesome as a result.
Wedensday
Fitness day in gym. 7 BAMFs in our class decide “fuck fitness.” Said BAMFs refuse to change and sit out on the bleachers while the rest of the class does some goofy shit on the track. Ed Reck, most overqualified gym teacher New Jersey, sends angry email to all of the sports coaches. Hence, coach said I couldn’t run with the team at practice that day. So I had to do a 70 minute run on my own. Except I got lucky and ran into my other runner friends from some town other than Holmdel. None of you know any of them. There’s this really goofy tall lanky white kid and some shortass asian kid. And a random part trinidadian/mixofeverythingelse kid. And an asian kid that cares too much about school. Once I got back to the school, I decided to stretch and do drills next to the fence right near the top of the track (Directly to your right when you drive into the school). It just so happened that my teammates were stretching and doing drills. And it was purely coincidental that they tried to copy me, doing the same drills at the same time as me.
Also, good story involving Bowen. But you’ve heard it already, and I’m not likely to forget it, so no point in elaborating.
Thursday
45 minutes then hill sprints. Pretty standard.
Got home to find out I was rejected by both Duke and Berkeley. I raged like crazy over Duke because I had expected to get in based on the fact that Duke Engineering is err…. Duke Engineering, not friggin’ Stanford. I wasn’t that surprised about Berkeley considering I was already rejected from UCLA. Anyway, my dad talked to me for a while since I was so pissed off. Thanks to that, I’ve decided to become a hardxcore engineer; none of this go-to-engineering-school-and-end-up-doing-some-other-crap bs. Hence, I have to go to a legit engineering school. Thereby pretty much ruling out Columbia even if I do get in.
THIS PART WRITTEN 3/28-3/29
Friday
Ladder workout. 200-400-600-800-600-400-200m. All at 68 second 400m pace. Except coach changed the second 600 to a 400 because we completely fucked up the 800. (2:24 instead of 2:16 for me up front. A lot of the group even further back) Very short recovery for most of the workout. (1 minute. 2 minutes for some of the later longer intervals) Drills after.
Came home and watched Infernal Affairs 2 with dad and sister. Then rewatched Infernal Affairs because neither of them had watched the first one.
Saturday
90 minute long run because we get sunday off this week. Wasn’t super fast, but decent pace at the end. Still mad sore from Friday.
Came home and found out that I got a 12k/year scholarship from UIUC. Fuckin’ A. I’m still visiting UCSD though. (Leaving Friday i think. Gone for 3-4 days) My parents are in dire need of an excuse to move to San Diego, and I don’t blame them. I don’t actually like anything about NJ except for the people that I already have ties to here.
Went to Jersey Gardens with the family after lunch at Penang. I got a few pairs of pants that will go nicely with some of my button-ups, so maybe i’ll go classy on monday or someday this week. I was also disappointed to find out that the Nike Outlet didn’t have shit. No flats (Katana Rac3rs are getting old) and no stuff at good prices. They didn’t even have any of the hightops i’m considering.
It’s past midnight… already Sunday.
I had plans. I scrapped my plans. It’s okay though. I can deal with it without bitching. Carpe diem motherfuckers.