Yesterday, we had an inter-squad meet for track. Our team was split up into two. It was red vs. yellow. I was on the red team. I only planned to do the 800 meters. I waited through several events, and before I was going to do the 800, one of the captains asked for my 400 time. I told him my best 400 time was 0:57. He then told me that I was going to do the 4x400. I was like "what?" I didn't want to do the 400 meters anymore after my sophomore year. I really didn't want to run it, but I had to. The problem was: this 4x400 meter race was right after the 800 meters. Anyways, after I done the 800, I was breathless; I didn't think I could go on. My time was 2:25, very mediocre. Anyways the 4x400 started right away and I awaited my dreaded turn as third leg. The second leg kid bumped into me as he passed the baton off to me, giving me somewhat of a boost. But as I finished the first half of the lap, I started dying. I started to slow down on the turn and as soon as I started hearing the crowd, I decided to try to finish strong. Our team actually ended up winning to my surprise. Our first leg had gotten a huge lead early and it really guaranteed our win. But anyways, I was totally burnt out. After we split, I started walking up toward the stairs leading out of the track. This girl, who was a pole vaulter, praised me on the way, "Good job." Right before I was heading up the stairs, I could feel my calves starting to tighten up. I whispered to myself, "Please don't cramp up, please don't cramp up." I've experience a couple cramps earlier before and they are a complete nightmare. The girl was about half-way up the stairs while I started to take my first steps when suddenly my left calf went numb and shriveled up into a cramp. It was so painful that I yelled loudly and held onto the rail. The girl turned around and came back down. "What happened?" she asked. I was in so much pain, it was hard to speak. "I've got...a...... cramp." She told me to try to relax it. I slowly placed my foot down while breathing deeply from the pain. "Try to massage it," she told me. I slowly reached down but could only barely rub it. She then knelt down in front of me, placed her hands around my left calf, and started to massage it. I don't know why, but I started to moan. I couldn't help it. It really sounded like I was having the longest orgasm ever experienced, but instead of feeling pleasure, it was intense pain reduced slightly. She was massaging it for quite a while as I let out moans and groans you would only hear from a porn star. I could hardly believe the voices I heard were actually coming from me. I swear I sounded like a total slut. The shot-put coach found us and he started to massage it more thoroughly in a shorter amount of time. Since he was strong, it really hurt, and I squelched until he loosened it up. Afterward, I stood holding onto the rail recovering from the torture I just went through. As the girl was moving back up the stairs, I told her, "Thanks...I really........appreciate it." She seemed kind of embarrassed. After getting home from school, I kept thinking about her. I can't help but feel a sort of fondness toward her. Two years ago or maybe it was last year, while I was going to the bathroom from the track, as I was walking past this same girl, she waved at me. I still remember that. Now I'll never forget that moment. I've never really spoken to her before but now she has helped relieve me of this horrible cramp. I can't help but feel something for her. I had never felt this way about someone before. ...is it love.....?
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I've only posted my first 3 entries out of my journal I started last year. If anyone's interested, I'll continue to post up more.
