Cut the Crap, now. By: Isabel Silvar (A.K.A Holden Caulfield)

Running a mile. It can ruin you. I’m not kidding. I play soccer and all, but is it really necessary to run a timed mile? It annoys the hell out of me, if you want to know the truth. Almost anyone can play soccer I swear, even the lousy ones can manage to kick the ball without any running. I’m all about setting goals for yourself, but come’on having to make a 6 minute mile seems a bit much. Old coach wants me to meet my assigned goal and spend every aching minute preparing for my trial. Boy, I feel miserable having my lungs scream for air and quite simply I really don’t give a damn. I certainly began to feel like a prize horse’s ass, though, running over and over but still not even close to making my time. I hate it. Running to make a 6 minute mile is way out of my reach, I was dying for God’s sake. Timed running is something I just don’t understand. I swear to God I don’t. Everytime I see my coaches I tell them I'm trying harder, running faster, and all that stuff. I ended up shooting the bull for a while, but damn I was pissed. Hell I was. Old coach sets such high expectations for everyone on the team, most of which are very unrealistic goals. Almost everyone feels like quiting and it isn’t their fault. Boy I wouldn’t even want my coaches to encourage me, cause hell they are not the ones running. If my coaches were the ones running, they would be quitting before they start. As they would run I would just think to myself, that sonuvabitch. It’s fine though, sooner or later I guess I would have to face the challenge. But hey, that’s all I have to say. Damn, I just really don’t like running. ;)


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