Now would be a good time to explain the title “International Track Sign (ITS)”. Well, it’s sort of a common sports war thing in our school where some people wanted to play a sport in the spring but didn’t want to work hard. Thus, some slackers (I can call them that since they wear slacks most of the time anyways) joined golf and the rest of the hard working over-achievers went out for track and got into better shape than the golf team combined and then some. I guess the golf people got into shape, too, if you consider the circle as a shape. In any case, the ITS was made by the golf people for the track team, and it basically consists of forming your right hand into a backwards “L” shape and placing it on your forehead. You can kind of guess what that means…

Still morning, we go and get our breakfast, which turned out to be pretty nice. There were pancakes, omelets, sausages, yogurt, fruit, and pretty much all the typical breakfast foods. Nothing overly special happened. We were then told to meet in a room for devotions and the like and nothing overly special happened there either. Pretty odd, maybe it was due in part to the fact that we were still asleep. We were then told to gather up our stuff and meet at the bus to go to the track field. I managed to grab a one of the hotel forks on the way out for no particular reason whatsoever. I still don’t know what I needed a fork for, and I had no real reason to steal it. But I guess the hotel lost like 30 cents off of the fork so they didn’t care much.

The track field that King’s had wasn’t half bad, in fact, it looked extremely professional. It was also located in a pretty dense forest (well, isn’t that what Seattle is anyways?) and the climate was pretty humid as we started sweating just by walking. Of course, it was nice and sunny, and most of us had sunburns at the end of the day with very noticeable tan lines where our jerseys had been on. Nothing notable happened during the track meet itself, other than the actual events, so I’ll skip through that.

At the end of the day, we filed into the bus and started back home. The guys in the back of the bus started watching Futurama DVD’s with Erica’s laptop (and there were like 8 of them packed into one seat). I mostly listened to music or talked with other people, usually simultaneously, until we stopped at a supermarket/fast food chain. Now would be a good time than ever to spend the unused 50 bucks that my grandma gave to me. I went to Rosauers and got myself lots of healthy food – Red Vines and Frappucinos to keep me awake through the night. As I left Rosauers, I saw that I still had money left over (about ~40 bucks) and so I looked for another store to which I could invest my money in. Then I saw it, out of all the stores in Seattle for food/drinks, how could I have missed the opportunity? I started walking towards Starbucks. As I was doing so, I noticed that Will was heading in the same direction parallel from me. We met each other’s gazes and made a mad run towards the shop! I made it to the store first by about 10 feet but I made one crucial mistake – I underestimated the rainfall factor of Seattle divided by the exponential slipperiness of the ground. As I tried to correct my calculations and brake at the same time, I flipped over backwards in front of the Starbucks door and slid a bit. All the time while I was falling, I noticed a couple sitting in the Starbuck’s shop, calmly drinking coffee for one moment, noticing me coming flying in the next, and showing a terrified/shocked expression after I hit the ground. I couldn’t help but laugh at my predicament. Will also laughed at me as he head into Starbucks. We both ordered some coffee and head back to the bus just about when it was going to leave. This was the last pit stop we made and we headed non-stop back to Spokane. The battery of the laptop soon died out and people started falling asleep. Meanwhile, our little conversation group kept going throughout the night as I had supplied them with Red Vines and coffee (those who wanted it anyway). The five hours went by and we were back in Spokane, back at our school, and back on Sunday morning (~1AM).

The end of King’s, a one-time thing for me since I will not be coming back to track next year. I learned my lesson, and decided to do golf instead. I heard that it’s WAY more interesting and more fun. So goodbye forever, track!

-Reality Corp.

Edit – Oh, and coach still owes me an “I threw up” T-Shirt for track.