\ Haha. I got priors.
*flashback sequence*
So this one time, circa 1973/74 or so, I was running in my very first high school cross country race. The Moorpark invitational, a large invitational with schools from all over southern California.
Lazy slack that I was (and am), I didn't run the course before-hand like yer sposed ta.
So there I am, leading the couple hundred other guys by a large margin going into the home stretch, when I missed a turn and commenced to run off course. Some guys flagged me (and the people that followed me, including a teammate who had been in second place) down and I had to retrace my steps and get back on course.
I ended up finishing eighth and missed out on the hardware.
Another of my team-mates (we were badass) won and I had to stare at his damn trophy all the way back home on the bus and act like I wasn't butt-hurt.
Gah. Some things haunt a man forever.
Stay clear Festival.
