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Wanted to go to Baylor real bad, had an offer but it wasnt what I was looking for. So I heard from Alfred State (JR College) in Western NY. They were like the NJCAA champs for like 5 years had kids running mid-high 40's in the 4 and kids jumping near 7ft in HJ and mid 14's in the 110hh. Which were my events in HS. So I was like fuck it ill go there, didnt have to take the act's or sat's so it seemed like a good idea. well I get there and soon realize the program is a complete joke an the kids runnin these times are doing it off of talent and not training, and are only there bc they are fucking complete idiots like legit boraderline full blown retards. So after a shitty indoor season I decided to do the decath in outdoor. Soon realized alfred wasnt the place for me in mid may. But I couldnt transfer to any D1 school bc you have to complete two years at the NJCAA before you go D1 which is complete bullshit. So anyways The College Of Sain Rose was rebuilding their program and they wanted me in HS but I said fuck it. So I called up there coach who was a local coach I ran against in HS and told him I was going to Transfer and that he needed to give me as much money as possible for a D2 college. Ended up getting a good amount and also got the rest covered bc my aunt went there when it was an all-women school. SO I got pretty much a full ride between those two grants and another one.
Got into a real bad car accident coming home from Whiteface, my buddy who was driving fell asleep and we went 60 into a tree, got fucked up. Recovered from it and had a week of training before indoor started, should have red-shirted but I didnt, now that I look back at it I really should have and IDK why my coach didnt let me. So my indoor was spent trainin for outdoor, I have hella outta shape, like I have never ran before but by the end of indoor I was happy where I was at. but then outdoor came and I was running 15.xx in the hurdles and jumping 6'4'' in hj shit was okay but once again I was self taught, never had a real coach in my life. And on top of that I was running with the B and C 4x4 which fucking pissed me ff bc being the last man we were so far behind I had no passion to run, so i was splittin like 50-52 just kinda chillen. Then once night before a Meet a buddy came over and I got shit faced beyond, played ruit with genny cream ale, bad mistake. I then woke up at 5 to catch the bus, smelling like a dirty drunk bum. As I walk onto the bus my coach looks at me and just shaked his head. Idk what it was but at the meet it was the first nice warm day in outdoor and I was running against some homies from HS so I had to beat them. So I get to the meet and sleep, had some bittes rubbing my back. Woke up 10 mins before the 110hh and felt like it was about to go down. Everyone knew I was trashed so i had to step it up. Ended up running a PR in the 110hh's, killed it in the 4x1 as the 3rd leg bc i love running the outside bank. And then BOOM set my PR in HJ. LEgit felt like shit but was straight up killing it at the meet. SO then boom someone from the 4x4 dropped out and I got the call to be the 3rd leg. But my homie hated running last bc it got to him, where I lived off of it. So without my coach knowing we switched. He saw my buddy running the third leg (slowest leg) and was livid, tossed his clipboard and walked away. Anyways we were in like 3rd and 1st was like 50m ahead of us but i Knew the kid and his Pr was like a 50.xx so i was like fuck this I can get this in the bag, so as I am about to get the paton, I had a huge ass smile on my face bc I do not run serious at all, so right before i get it i look around and everyone is like FUCK THIS KID, he is clearly drunk not giving a fuck. So i get it and take off, legit just said fuck it and took off, so either I was going to completely die or pull it off, and I wasnt about to let an asian beat me. So i catch up to the leader with about 125m left. As i catch him he is running on the far outside of the 1st lane, so not only am I about to pass this kid but me moved out to make it harder, so bein the mature kid I am I passed him on the inside, if you are a runner you know that this is one of the biggest dick moves you can do, but he did it to himself by leaving it open. I finsh strong and left all i got on the track. I won so thats all I cared about. My coach comes up to me and was like WTF?!?!?! where di that come from, told him that I hate runnning if I am not going to win/catch any one being on the retard 3rd team. So I ask what my split was which was a 47.0xx and everyone is just looking at my laying on the ground laughing and my coach was like fucking run like that all the fucking time, but dont ever show up to a meet again drunk. So fro the rest of my college running me and my buddy got shitfaced an my coach slowly accepted it.
Then I tossed it all away to become a drunk and fuck bitches in college instead of running
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