in grade three, i tried out for the 100m sprint against the rest of my classmates. i always came second to my friend, Elias - a much taller, and much more Greek kid. my theory was that he had longer legs and Olympic genes. i was a very competitive kid, and on the last race of the year i purposed to win. but win, i did not. as fast as i could pump my little legs, Elias' longer stride made up for his slightly slower acceleration. at the halfway point i just put my head down and ran as hard as i could. as i shortened the gap between us i felt a twinge of confusion - my legs were moving faster than my brain could comprehend. in that moment, 11 strides from the finish line between the white rusty soccer posts, i tripped. and fell. and finished third.
this morning, i finished learning the rest of that lesson.
11.8.05
too fast
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you are a gentleman and a scholar.
*waves from a distance*
HAHAHAHAHAHAAHA =) no worries. GO SHORT PPL!
you're well on your way to becoming a gentleman yourself - and already a polymath of sorts.
when short people wear shorts are they called capris?
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