Post by Jack on Aug 2, 2011 5:15:02 GMT -8
Ahh Track and Field my mistress Jack would think as he made his way to the training area, since transferring from PHS #774 he felt that finally he would be able to achieve that ambitious goalw of dual or triple captaincy role, take advantage of PHS #259’s enormous funding for sport and attain a triple premiership for Football, Basketball and Track and lastly this if anything would look great on his resume. For 6 years now he has been hindered in some way shape or form from leading a team to a national title, having won titles in track himself. \
Jack was jogging around the track as he had arrived earlier than expected; a few of the players had already arrived and were quick to join in. It was his first official scheduled Track and Field practise of the new session and Jack wanted to impress his team mates, after all a good first impression always went far especially when you want to snatch the captaincy. He was wearing his running shoes, running shorts and #552 T&F singlet. His spikes were packed away in his bag along with his drink bottle, towel and a change of clothes.
Jack crossed the finish line of his second lap in just over two minutes he had another 2 to go. He was thinking when the rest of the team would begin to show up large numbers already warming up, he thought to himself about the types of athletes that were already here and those still to come. He saw massively strong hammer throwers or shot-putters, some discuss athletes warming.
One thing that Jack discovered especially at #774 was basketball and football coaches always wanted fit players, he was thinking about approaching the basketball coach to convince him to let Jack whip into shape some of the slackers. After all it had worked when he was captain of the #774 team only due to lack of team depth and stiff competition they were unable to advance as far as Jack had hoped. Jack had also heard rumours that there was a weightlifting team something he would have to get onto.
Jack had lost a considerable amount of pace over his year break, he would have to work hard to regain that 100M sprint time and 40M dash time he so craved to attain. His 200M would come with time and even the 400M was a distant possibility if he was able to gain that “godlike” speed he was always chasing. His dream of the strongest, fastest and most skilled athletes in America if not the world would only be possible at a school like this where the abnormal was the normal. Where super human feats were not celebrated or awed at but merely accepted as daily routine. But among those there were certain gods that had gone even further than the limits even those of super humans. It was this level of speed and power Jack wished to one day attain.
Jack continued to warm up with a few track runners, more and more people took to the field and the track it was crazy as if there was a mini comp happening. There was at least 100 athletes This is going to be a massively strong team! Jack finished his laps and then began to stench before moving into some dynamic stretches.
Jack was jogging around the track as he had arrived earlier than expected; a few of the players had already arrived and were quick to join in. It was his first official scheduled Track and Field practise of the new session and Jack wanted to impress his team mates, after all a good first impression always went far especially when you want to snatch the captaincy. He was wearing his running shoes, running shorts and #552 T&F singlet. His spikes were packed away in his bag along with his drink bottle, towel and a change of clothes.
Jack crossed the finish line of his second lap in just over two minutes he had another 2 to go. He was thinking when the rest of the team would begin to show up large numbers already warming up, he thought to himself about the types of athletes that were already here and those still to come. He saw massively strong hammer throwers or shot-putters, some discuss athletes warming.
One thing that Jack discovered especially at #774 was basketball and football coaches always wanted fit players, he was thinking about approaching the basketball coach to convince him to let Jack whip into shape some of the slackers. After all it had worked when he was captain of the #774 team only due to lack of team depth and stiff competition they were unable to advance as far as Jack had hoped. Jack had also heard rumours that there was a weightlifting team something he would have to get onto.
Jack had lost a considerable amount of pace over his year break, he would have to work hard to regain that 100M sprint time and 40M dash time he so craved to attain. His 200M would come with time and even the 400M was a distant possibility if he was able to gain that “godlike” speed he was always chasing. His dream of the strongest, fastest and most skilled athletes in America if not the world would only be possible at a school like this where the abnormal was the normal. Where super human feats were not celebrated or awed at but merely accepted as daily routine. But among those there were certain gods that had gone even further than the limits even those of super humans. It was this level of speed and power Jack wished to one day attain.
Jack continued to warm up with a few track runners, more and more people took to the field and the track it was crazy as if there was a mini comp happening. There was at least 100 athletes This is going to be a massively strong team! Jack finished his laps and then began to stench before moving into some dynamic stretches.
