"Boosting up"

"Come on Sam, push it baby you got this." I was always able to tell my father's voice from all the other parents cheering for their daughter, everyone else in the stands were just a blurr.

My upper leg begins to cramp as I reach the last curb of the 400 meter dash. I begin to sprint even more. 2nd place. My legs widen apart as I begin to push myself. 20 meters away, Now some red head wannabe blonde chick zooms pass me to the finish line. Legs cramping more. I finally cross the finish line. "Ugh" I yell, "3rd place, are you freaking kidding me?"

My motives were very simple. you either win or you lose, if you didnt come in first place then you should've just been last. You either do good or you dont simple as that.

"Come here you little squirt" My tall buff brunett head dad said as he kneaded his knuckles into my forehead. Hate when he does that. He acts like i'm still nine, i'm seventeen and the word squirt to me isnt cute. "Did you see how badly i sucked?"  I asked him while taking off my mud splattered spikes.

"No sweetheart, 3rd place is wonderful, you did great, you even beat your own time." Why does he continue to tell me that knowing it's first or nothing for me. It irritates me. I'm too competitive to be okay with third place.

"So are you coming by my house today?" My dad always wants me to come over ever since him and my mom divorced and seperated a few months back, he moved into a small apartment above the sporting goods store that he owns. "No dad" as I struggled to put my sweatpants on. 

"I made your favorite dish."

"Okay, i'll stop through later, I'm going to the gym for a little" I quickly said

"The gym? hunny you just got done running a real competitive meet plus you worked out all day yesterday, dont you think you need to relax"

Is he trying to tell me what i shouldnt do? "Well dad as if you didnt know, regionals is less than 2 weeks away and 3rd place isnt going to qualify me for anything." which is true I must place in top two in order to make it to state finals. So for the next few days I need to push myself by any means.

As I pull into the mid town flex gym parking lot my car starts to make this weird sound like garbagemen dumping garbage into the garbage truck. I love my little escort though, I had him a little over a year now. I named him nike.

When i get out the car my leg starts to get that same cramp in it again. I'm wondering if I didnt stretch good before running.

Working out for me is like a kid in a candy store or a fat kid and chocolate cake. The gym is my playground.

I didnt plan on being here for long probably a hour or so, I just want to do the treadmill to try and relax this cramp in my leg a little.

I pull out my ipod to listen to while i'm running. It's usually very soothing. "I guess i'll listen to Katey Perry" I spoke aloud to myself. I love Katey Perry. I'd bang her if I was a guy. Or gay, which people stereotype me for being all the time. I wonder if it's because the way i dress, or my attitude or because I'd rather sit at lunch with a bunch of jocks instead of cheerleaders. Or maybe it's true, maybe I'm confused because I never went on a date with a guy before, but I never went on one with a girl either.

I start off on the treadmill on a slow pace. Dont want to go to hard on my cramped up leg. When I start to run I hear noises coming from behind me, which was unusual because what was behind me was the equipment closet. I didn't care though. I just pumped up the meter on the treadmill and nodded my head to Katey Perry. Then I started hearing what sounded like buckets being knocked down and laughter. It's annoying because i can hear all that through my ipod which was blasting. "What is that" I said getting off the treadmill and almost falling because i forget to press the stop button.