Track was always cold it seemed like. Everyone would attempt to bundle up with activewear, but in complete honesty, I have yet to see it work yet. The first year I was running long distance was also the same year the coaches decided to split up the girls and boys for training. I could feel the tension between coaches and it often bothered me. Late February chills ran down everyone’s backs. Coach Pradere and Coach Lehmann agreed upon something for once, 300 meter interval training. Though Lehmann upped the ante for the boys. Leahmann was going to give two old trophies to the two fastest boys. It was not necessarily about the actual trophies, but about the bragging rights. Us girls team let them go first so we could watch of course. Everyone …show more content…
As usual, the big yellow school busses were dividing us girls from the boys. The moment we got off the bus, everyone rushed to find their friends while I went straight for the bleachers and set up. The plinking of the outdoor metal bleachers was soon tuned out by bad pop music being played on the blown out speakers. The first event at a track meet is the mile relay, and many of the distance runners were getting ready. Some of the boys stayed for a moment a few bleachers in front of me. I started snacking on some brie and crackers, not really thinking about having to warm up soon myself. I look over at the distance boys in front of me, all are sitting but one. Cole. Lehmann walks by and tells everyone that is competing to go and get ready. There, at that moment, I had yet another epiphany. I now had something to talk about with him that I knew could not …show more content…
He looks up immediately with the bluest eyes I had ever seen. “Last night was so stupid. I couldn’t believe no one went out to try and fix the issue.” At that moment, I knew I really had his attention. He climb up the few bleachers separating us. “Yeah, it was. My pedal wasn’t working with their system.” I tell him how I was disappointed I didn’t get to hear him play it. “It’s a damn good song.” “I’m Cole by the way,” he smiles and extends his hand. “I know,” I release a chuckle as I watch his facial expression realize his smoothness was not so smooth. I start to try and wipe off the cheesy residue on my hands with little success. I shake his hand while apologizing for the cheesy hand and little tingles start to shoot up my fingers into my wrist and arm. “It’s okay, you are forgiven if that’s what you want to hear,” He smiles yet again. “It’s nice to meet you. I return an even bigger smile to him. “You