Even after going to the track, and stretching for a few minutes, the tension still had not died down. Upperclassmen were glaring competitively at each other, while freshman gave anxious glances to their circumferential milieu. There was one exception to this. It was the blond headed boy who greeted me. I walked next to him and exchanged formalities. I civilly introduced myself with my name. "Hi, i'm damp."
"Hodges." He replied succinctly
“Are you nervous for the Pt test?” I asked with feigned concern.
He gave a slight pause, skimming over me. “No, not really.”, he responded nonchalantly with a shrug.
By appearance, he was ostensibly unathletic. I smirked at him, as I knew he would soon be put back in his place.
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Halfway through the fourth mile, the elites started bounding ahead. I was panting, when I saw Hodge pass me in an attempt to stay with the pack. He was noticably peaked, yet he continued to run. Imagining the ignominy of losing to a freshman, I suppressed my cognizance of enervation. I started pumping my legs, slightly erratically. I placed myself right next to Hodges, who had failed to keep up, eliciting a glance from him. Just before the last lap, he faintly intinsified his pace. I took note of this, as I too sped up. He gave me a sidelong glimpse, before speeding up anew. I overcame the rift between us once more. This continued untill we ended up in a full-out sprint. By the last 100 meters my thighs were throbbing. Hodges had a look of affliction sprawled on his face, but he was steadily gaining ground. I put everything I had into the last stretch, trying to overcome the metaphorical crevice seperating us. This attempt was to no avail, however. Hodges beat me by a total of 7 seconds.
As I stammered towards the bathrooms, I contemplated on the possibility of him replacing me on A-team. The water break provided some respite from the arduous run, but it did not pacify my brooding
"Hodges." He replied succinctly
“Are you nervous for the Pt test?” I asked with feigned concern.
He gave a slight pause, skimming over me. “No, not really.”, he responded nonchalantly with a shrug.
By appearance, he was ostensibly unathletic. I smirked at him, as I knew he would soon be put back in his place.
“Get in two by twos. …show more content…
Halfway through the fourth mile, the elites started bounding ahead. I was panting, when I saw Hodge pass me in an attempt to stay with the pack. He was noticably peaked, yet he continued to run. Imagining the ignominy of losing to a freshman, I suppressed my cognizance of enervation. I started pumping my legs, slightly erratically. I placed myself right next to Hodges, who had failed to keep up, eliciting a glance from him. Just before the last lap, he faintly intinsified his pace. I took note of this, as I too sped up. He gave me a sidelong glimpse, before speeding up anew. I overcame the rift between us once more. This continued untill we ended up in a full-out sprint. By the last 100 meters my thighs were throbbing. Hodges had a look of affliction sprawled on his face, but he was steadily gaining ground. I put everything I had into the last stretch, trying to overcome the metaphorical crevice seperating us. This attempt was to no avail, however. Hodges beat me by a total of 7 seconds.
As I stammered towards the bathrooms, I contemplated on the possibility of him replacing me on A-team. The water break provided some respite from the arduous run, but it did not pacify my brooding