In most track teams athletes are not reduced to begging to be relieved of their jerseys. However as usual, Westminster breaks free of the stereotype. Almost all runners prayed and even begged to be kicked off the team. After a handful of much needed cuts were made the few remaining didn't seem too ecstatic. Me on the other hand... well lest just say I'm unsure of my exact status on the team. I'm that one "teammate" that only shows up to one practice, maybe two, a week. I have yet to attend a meet, and I'll scavenge for any excuse to miss out on even the easiest of practices, including field days. It has reached the point where our coach doesn't ask, she just expects it. This would be bad, if it were not for the fact that I think she loves me. This past Monday when she was executing the dirty deed, I the most apathetic of all the track members, made the cut...I did it...I did it!
-Chris
...unfortunately so did Sabrina...
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