I Was Born To Lie Here Patiently, Be Dragged On By The Black Star, And You Were Told To Glow Magestically, And Love Until Your Hands Bleed...

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So this morning, I'm working at the Big Ten Cross Country Championships. As a runner myself, I feel that I'm allowed to point out the fact that runners are the most over-dramatic of all athletes. I was the same way. We love to stumble and collapse.

Naturally, this meet was no different. Thus, my job. Basically I stood at the finish and caught the collapsing runners as they crossed the line, moved (read: dragged) them away from the finish, and helped them if they needed anything.

This was often more difficult than it sounds, especially with the guys. It wasn't too bad for me, because as a 6'5", not exhausted 19 year old boy, I was stronger than them. However, I don't know how well the female trainers fared. But often, I really had to pull them off, because they weren't really in the mood to be walking.

But thankfully, I avoided most of the flying vomit, so it was a success. Plus, for the most part, they were all super polite, and almost all of them thanked me as I left them, which was pretty adorable, as they could barely breathe (...gasp...tha...gasp...thank....gasp...ya...gasp...gasp...you...).

But again, it was a magical good time. Cheering for cross country runners is the best, because you can basically yell anything, so long as it sounds at least minorly encouraging: "GET SOME!" "THAT'S HOW WE DO! GET THERE!" and of course the classic "GET ON THAT ASS! THEN TAKE HIM!" Hurray for running!!