track days

It's almost March...and you know what that means? Well, usually this time of year I would be gearing up for track season. Oh the joys of lunges, leapers, and long pratices. Those were the simple days. Running around the school, throwing in the snow, hitting the football crossbar for the umptinthe time were the moments I loved the most. I miss sitting in the Lockhart St. Bowl streaching with the team, the long distance runners throwing dirt clogs and poeple just not paying attention. The sky is bluer there. I miss the feel of a cold shot in my hand. I miss my pre-throw routine. Most of all I miss the simple life. No, not Paris and Nikki version, the SHS version. Sure, there was drama, but people only remember the good times. I miss my daily lunches with Houck, Joe, Nagar, Phil and Nick. I miss walking down the hall and hearing Brown yell out my name. I miss feeling a part of something. Sure, I am part of a college, a dorm, a unit...but there is nothing like walking down the hall and seeing a sea of faces that you recognize. SHS was a wonderful place...I can't wait to walk those halls again in a week. Maybe I will go to track practice...