Cross Country

This week I have been mad about one thing, but before I tell you what it’s about I need to tell you some background information. My sister was a major runner for Davis High School. She started in 9^th grade because some friends wanted her to run track with her. These friends were and are very fast. After they got her to come she has been dedicated to the sport of running. She runs year round and went to state a couple times for track. She also did exceptional in cross-country. My sister has many medals that are hers. But this is not just any running team it’s Davis’ cross-country team. Layton’s cross-country team is horrible (sorry for the Layton fans out there, but it is). My sister got me to come and train with the cross-country team for half the summer before eighth grade. Then I quite because I took to many vacations and I couldn’t keep up so I didn’t want to. This summer was different know one made me I ran but I knew I wouldn’t be able to run because we are in Layton’s boundaries line is now less than a football field away from my house. When the schools’ boundaries were first made it didn’t matter to me because I could just get a variance. But it limits one of four years. This year I even kept training into the school year, until now. I loved running early Monday mornings on this trail that we only ran on Mondays. Then we usually met on Thursdays and sometimes Tuesdays too. Even if we didn’t meet we were suppose to run on our own. I made tones of friends. There were only about 15 freshmen that came. I ran an average of about 5 miles a day. Sometimes double that. Recently, I was at one of the meets (even though I can’t race) and the Layton coach saw me, although I was not sure when I saw him, when I was warming up. He asked me what school I was in and I said Fairfield then he asked me which high school. I told him I would attend Davis High School. He continued to question me, but I ran off because it was scary. When I found out that it was the Layton coach I was mad with myself. His team is desperate they don’t even have enough people to score. The next thing I knew I saw the Layton coach do its walk over to my coach, Coach Tally (Tally’s a really good runner that ran a 100 mile race last week), and talk with him. I knew it was about me and I got really made at myself for talking to strangers. I asked my coach and he said the Layton coach was cool about it. So I stopped worrying. I kept training I was running everyday. I was going to all the meets and cheering on my friends. Then one day I was told I couldn’t go anymore because the Layton coach went to the district, and got me in trouble just for training with them. I couldn’t believe it, that they wouldn’t even let me train with them. So I stopped going in this last week. I just can’t believe the Layton coach!