I only got 1 hour of sleep last night. Today was the day of the Race. "Run the Rock" it is called. What a clever pun that is. I woke at 7:04 and showered. Around 7:30 the limo pulled up so I hopped in. A seat was conveniently saved for me adjacent to the heroine Rachel. Sitting opposite us was Ryan and Paul. Driving was Larry with Mark as passanger. We registered for the race and stretched. At 8:25 we were called to the starting line. Ryan and I were throwing empty threats around about winning. Mark threw a full threat about winning. Rachel just wanted to finish. *BANG* The race started. Ryan and I got a good start down the first slope and up the first hill. Fast. Run. Keep up. Pain. Agony. Suffering. My legs hurt. I began to slow. Ryan got farther and farther ahead of me. People continuously passed me. Mark passed me. I continued to slow. At the end of the first mile I died. Not really, but close enough. I gave up. My legs hurt to much and I started walking. Paul passed me. Up more and more hills. At the top I finally regained some lost energy and began running again. Larry caught up with me so I paced him. Still no sign of Rachel though. Down the hills into the depths of Glen Rock. At the end of the second mile I saw Chunk. Chunk is the coolest cat ever. Even cooler than yours truly. But I couldn't stop to pet him. Through Glen Rock we ran, onto the bike trail. Mark passed me again on his way back, he had already finished. I could see the turn-around. Paul passed me in the opposite direction. Then Larry. I turned and ran. 21:45 read the time. 88th place overall. 5th place for our age group. 1st place in my dreams. Rachel came soon acheiving her goal of finishing the race, not in last place. Rachel is awesome. Rachel is my hero. Mark is evil. Mark will die. Damn him. He is the source of all my hatred. 22nd place overall. 1st place for our age group. Dead in my dreams. Damn you Mark. I will defeat you!