Now I know how grandpa feels

This year, as well as last, i made the tremendous mistake of running on the Cross Country team for Old Bridge High School. Our team's, and by "team" I mean coach, favorite course is Holmdel Park, one of the top ten most difficult cross country courses in the nation, woot woot.

Yesterday, I came home from school carrying books like a packmule readying itself to go on a trip across the Andes. Abhi and Vikesh, my cross country peeps, only had one bag to carry, which i hardly thought was very fair. I was about to puch them into the creek behind my house, but i decided against it, pending many lawsuits. However, after i get home and eat my customary bowl of waffle crisp, i notice a disturbance above my right buttock. So i take tylenol, because tylenol is a gift from heaven which can cure anything, just like windex except its FDA approved.

After my tylenol binge, jessica and myself agree to meet at my house at seven to finish a project that she volunteerd us for. So after talking to jessica, i decided to lay on the floor, surely the floor can cure my aches. I fell asleep watching Jimmy Neutron.

WAM!!!

Two hours later, i felt like Sylvester Stalone in Rocky, a pillow materializes out of thin air and smacks me in the face and i hear a pair of giggles. "my sister and her friend" i thought to myself, but it was not, it was Jessica, Jessica had come upstairs and smacked me in the face with a pillow to wake me up, i almost threw her into the creek too, but it was dark outside so there was a good chance i'd miss anyway. As i got up to wak, i found that my right leg would no longer support any weight. I decided to make an attempt at walking, no good, so i crawled my way into my room to put some proper pants on. I have been on one foot or all fours since 7 o'clock last night. But i learned somthing from all this, Cross Country is the method that Satan has put on this earth to get those who are coming ready to the torture that awaits and that means that running cross country means that you accept the fact that you are going to hell, and this cannot stand. I shall be writing a letter of complaint to Satan this week, stating that if he does not withdraw Cross Country from this earth, I shall visit him in the samll hours of the morning and shove a bat up his nightdress.