When most people think about XC they figure it's a non contact sport....wrong. Senior year, West Aurora Stampede: the year before I had had one of my worst races and missed out on a medal by like 10 spots, so this year, I figured I would definitely be able to get a medal. So going into the final kick, which was like a 200m straight away I was running strong and picking off a lot of people. So with about 50m to go, some jag bag comes up right along side me and is trying to outkick me. I was tired and could have easily just let him take it in ahead of me, but that's not how I roll. So we raced in a dead heat and were basically shoulder to shoulder with about 20m left when some jag in front of us had slowed to almost a near walk, so we had to split to pass him and when we met we were at the enterance to the chute. Now I'm not a big kid, but I had about 20 lbs and 3 inches on this kid, and there was no way this jag bag was going to out-muscle me into the chute. So needless to say, bows were thrown, I took the better angle into the chute, and he hit the metal post and went down. The weird thing was, when he fell he somehow fell forward and was on the ground in the chute ahead of me, so I just stepped over him and turned in my race tag. Before I could get out of the chute, this kid's teammates were trying to tell me that the kid finished ahead of me, but as the race officials clearly said, I had beaten him into the chute. So I was just like "Yeah whatever, jag bags" to the kid's teammates. About 10 minutes later I was back at camp when this wierd-looking Asian kid walked up to me and was like "so you like to be tough huh?". Naturally, I looked at the Asianess of this kid and thought to myself "this kid isn't serious is he". So he kept asking if I thought I was tough, and I verified the fact that he was serious in a sarcastic manner, which probably did not help the situation. The kid proceeded with his interoggation and a few sarcastic comments later, the situation had hit a road block, so the kid had to act. He did so by tugging the metal I was wearing from the race, and walked away saying, "there, now you've learned your lesson". And if the lesson was: Asian kids can't pull medals off, then he was correct. After remedying the bent pin that he had pulled, the medal was back to normal in a good 30 seconds. My teammates, who had my back, went and talked to the kid's coach, who made him write a letter of apology to me and another letter to the rest of the team.
Whats even further hilarious, is that this kid (in his infinte asianness) somehow got it into his head that his jag-bag team had beaten us DGN thugs. So at the awards cerimony, a horribly long event at this invite, they did some sort of stupid loud and obnoxious cheer when anounced........which later made them look like asses when we got 1st, and them like 10th. Dumbasses
Tuesday at the Track
This race was a combination of very ballin occurences with some massive jag baggery. So the ballin trio aka Kindra, Griseta, and Barron went on a journey to North Park University in Chicago. Didn't know there was a North Park University?...neither did we, and to be honest, I don't think we even saw the college so it's possible that it doesn't exist. So anyway, we were driving, and quickly realized we were not in the nicest of neighborhodds when the store signs weren't in english and the hookers outnumbered the pedestrians on the sidewalk. But the MGRC is not fazed by hookers and spanish store signs. So after circling the area that the directions told us to go we still couldn't find the track, although it looked like there should be a track since we saw a bunch of people running. Upon further review, we observed that the people actually were running on a track, but the track was the exact same color as the grass. Anywasy, we parked the car, and go to the track, and as we looked at the track we thought it looked really odd-sized so we asked a guy if it was a 400m track. "It's a college track." he replied, which did not answer our question in any way. After signing up for the events, and waiting around, it started to rain. After raining for a little bit it started to downpour, and after downpouring for a little, the gates of heaven opened up and 90% of the Earth's water supply fell on North Park University's track. Kindra, being the woman that he is, wanted to pack it up and call it a day, but Barron decided to put in a 800m warm-up, making it difficult for DK to communicate through the wall of water that seperated the shelter and the track so it was decided that we would remain. As Barron did his warm up, he did what he does best and made a mockery (i.e. - splashing around and blazing in the absolute downpour, while everybody else at the meet stared at him from the shelter (and i use the term shelter loosely)) After he finished his warm-up a few females were drawn to ask him about his most recent of mockeries (which was fine by me). Soon enough the rain subsided and it was time for Barron to blaze. Originally scheduled as a 5k, it was decided by the 4 runner in the race, that 3k would be more agreeable, so Barron blazed and anhillated the compy...Que the Mockery. Before finishing Barron (who was sporting sunglasses with no lenses) took his uni off and put around his neck like a cape. Then he executed a set of pre-planned mockeries including screaming at the top of his lungs for the entire final 100m, and dancing around after he finished...it was absolutely hilarious. After this, it was time for a mockery of a different type...DK's mile. In short, Dk ran 1409 meters with a smile on his face and had to put in an all out kick just pass an old man with a pny tail and this fat lady wearing tight shorts *insert dry heave here* en route to a 6:30 mile. Then I ran in the $100 mile which was won by some guy who busted out for a 4:06, which is obnoxious that there are jag bags who will blaze a 4:06 for 100 bones. So we waited around, stole some race shirts, and called it a day.