What About That Girl?

The girl that was engaged (but it fell apart) to be married, Cheryl, well, she moved away – far away – on my recommendation. She graduated and became a Residence Hall Director at Washington State University – the opposite corner of the Country.

I moved to Orlando, Florida to work as a Disney World Cast Member Intern – a Jungle Cruise skipper. We couldn’t have been farther apart without leaving the States.

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Princeton Relays

Sophomore year (my final track season), West Chester State College’s track team drove two hours to New Jersey for the Princeton University Indoor relays. In the crowded, sweat-filled team van, slowed by Princeton’s spring break traffic, it happened.

Caught the first glimpse of ultimate Frisbee. The Ivy-League school boys made it look so cool. What a chick-magnet, to be able to do that.

None of the dorm buddies ran track, so upon returning to Ramsey Hall, it was my moral responsibility to teach those sun-worshipping, beer-loving disciples.

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Please Don’t Get Me Wrong

Please don’t get me wrong, I still ran. I was, after all, a Health & Physical Education major, destined to be a High School Gym teacher during the school year, and drive a beer truck during summers – just like Mr Warner, our 8th-grade Gym Teacher. He was the epitome of cool.

But between the beer consumption and the late night munchies, I had to run. You get the picture.

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You Know What This Means?

When you can’t make the relay team, you know what this means? It means, at best, you’re the fifth fastest – on your team.

Not fifth fastest in your division or conference. This was sad for me. But a loop hole appeared. And…self-esteem problem solved…

The ‘freedom’ of college and the privileges that come with legal drinking age meant that by Junior year, no more Track.

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