Our intrepid reporter training (see arrow) with the men’s cross country team...and then decides he’s got enough material to write about.
The agony of de feet,. , What^s it like to run with these guys ?
by Russ Evans
Clarum Hepurifr
This may be the last story penned by me,
because writing it nearly did me in.
Instead of trying my hand at sports, 1
tried my feet and trained with the BC
Men’s Cross Country Team. I wasn’t given
the option to run with the women’s team,
but that’s okay, I don’t think I should get
too overheated the first time out.
Coach Rinker asked me if I ran any, and
when he found out that I don’t, he sug
gested the easy file-mile run on Friday. I
quickly agreed to the five-mile run instead
of the 15-mile run. I hope we are running
close to the hospital. I’ll just have to wait
and see.
We started the afternoon run with a two-
mile warm up, but we all didn’t finish. I
overheard someone in the front of the
group tell everyone not to leave behind the
reporter. That made me feel real good.
That’s okay, I didn’t let him know how bad
I was hurting. I also didn’t yell for them to
slow down, but then again, I was out of
breath. “This is great,” 1 thought. “Here
they are singing and having a good time,
as if they are standing still, and I can’t
even hold enough breath to talk.
We were running along having a great
time until we got almost finished with the
first lap of the cornfield. Then, as if on cue,
they left me behind, or my legs went on
strike.
Anyway, they disappeared around the
corner below Ross Hall. They probably
could have gone up to Ross and taken a nap
before I caught up with them.
Anyway I was alone, and I couldn’t
make a joke. There are some things that I
just can’t make fun of, and that situation
was one of them.
Running along, at a much slower pace, I
remembered Coach Rinker asking if
anyone knew CPR, and thought, “A whole
lot of good that would do me— they left the
reporter behind.”
It was sort of like my life flashing before
my eyes. Then I saw him. I wasn’t sure if it
was Saint Peter, or the devil himself.
Thank goodness it was neither one. I smil
ed for the camera, and Jock said I could
stop running if I thought I had enough in
side information. “I have quite enough,” I
thought. Needless to say, he didn’t have to
twist my arm to get me to stop.
Having been humbled by eating the dust
of the cross country team, I went back to
the dorm and kicked off my old New
Balance running shoes—maybe if I had
some Nike “Airs,” I would have done
much better, even though they probably
wouldn’t have worked if I didn’t hold my
toungue out the way Michael Jordan
does.
Anyway, I must say that it was an
experience-running with the big boys of
Brevard College— I guess it felt pretty
good to keep up with them for at least 50
yards. Mother Earth also felt pretty good
as I lay there recuperating, while Jock was
laughing and snapping away with his
camera.
Many thanks to the Cross Country Team
for letting me run with them—even if they
did lose the reporter.
A tribute...
L«yal BC fans were there for the marathon BC-LM women’s soccer war
at Banner Elk last week. Story and pictures on Page 16.
The following tribute was written by Ben Hudson after he and Joely White
and Nate Fearrington had an unforgettable weekend supporting the Lady
Tornadoes championship efforts at Lees-McRae. They say they went
through a lot to be there for the Lady Tornadoes, and that “it was all worth
it,” said Joely, “and I’m proud of you guys.”
WE WERE RIGHT THERE
WITH YA
Through this, your first year together.
You have always been a team,
Depending on one another,
No matter how bad the situation might seem.
We think that you girls are great.
And still will be a family when others have come and gone,
In our eyes you will always be champions,
ROCK ON B.C ROCK ON !!!
BenH.
We love you and are proud of you.
Joely, Nate, and Ben