A Life To Waste Read Free

the
100 meters, the races were split between first, second and third
choice, so he knew that the people he was running against were
their schools first choice. He looked again at them, they didn’t
look so fast, they certainly didn’t look scary, which for some
reason he was expecting they would, they looked, like him. Just
normal kids.
     
    He walked up to the start line
and stood, waiting, “on your marks” he leaned over touching his
fingers to the ground “get set” he bent his knees and toes in
position getting ready to spring when he heard the “BANG” he was
off! He was running faster than he had ever ran before, he was sure
of it, the wind was blowing against his face, his cheeks and his
mouth seemed to be flapping around his race uncontrollably, he
thought he must look like one of those astronauts in a G-Force
exercise, when he was coming to the finish line he glanced left, he
glanced right, he couldn’t see anyone, he was sure he had won. Just
as he crossed he noticed that second place finished almost at the
same time. Almost. “phew” he sighed catching his breath, no one had
ever come that close to beating him before, he was happy he had won
but he was even more happy at this new feeling he had. He had
finally had some real competition, and he had beaten them as well!
But this was just local schools, the competition would be harder in
other places, he needed to train more.
     
    A few weeks after he had won his
first competitive race he was pulled aside by the teacher that ran
the athletics club. “You really have some talent you know Dave,
with some proper training I think you could go really far”
    “I do train, all the time” said
Dave “I train really hard”.
     
    “I don’t doubt that” teacher
said “well in fact it’s evident by your performance the other week.
But when I say proper training, I mean proper athletics training.
There is a local athletics club, trains up good young prospective
like yourself. Well one of the coaches there saw you run at that
school competition. He wants to know if you want to try out for the
club?”
     
    “wow, oh wow, umm hell ye...
sorry I mean, yes I would love too! Where is it”
    “well actually its only about
ten minutes drive from the school, hell you could probably
run there”
     
    So that’s exactly what Dave did,
he ran there, he ran there that day just so he could double check
exactly where it was. When it came to the day of his tryout he had
asked his dad if he could give him a lift. Of course being so proud
of Dave his Dad didn’t hesitate in saying yes. He drove Dave to the
local college, where the athletics club were allowed to use their
facilities to train, he hung around and watched while Dave ran
different sprints and exercise. “Jesus, son you sure do run fast”
he said to himself “you definitely don’t get that from me or your
mum” then he gave a little chuckle under his breath. Needless to
say, Dave was accepted into the club with no questions asked,
“training will be Tuesday and Thursday nights” he was told “your
coach will be Phil, Phil Davies, don’t be late, he hates it when
people are late.”
     
    The following Tuesday Dave’s dad
agreed to drive him to training again, in fact he agreed to take
him every Tuesday and Thursday, Dave had said he could run there
and back but his dad didn’t want him getting injured. Especially
not now that he realised just how good he was. When Dave arrived at
training, early, he met Coach Davies. Or Phil as he said to call
him. He instantly became Dave’s idol, and Dave’s dad was no longer
his hero anymore, he became, just a dad.
     
    Dave’s mum and dad were a happy
couple, they always seemed to be having a great day, big smiles on
their faces, completely in love with each other, and just to top it
off, they had the perfect son as well. What more could they ask
for? There was one thing more that Dave’s dad would ask for, he
wanted to be his sons idol.
     
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