Cross country running (Part 2)

It's more like zigzags than crossing...
Part 1

Guys. You know that when running over your limits your chest will soon feel pressurized and that sucks. Right? Well, when going through the residential area, each of us(Me, Duck, Hew Gin and Nico) started to experience just that. We were running when suddenly, Duck stopped and yelled out. Immediately, each of us halted our run and turned over to look at Duck. As I asked what was the matter, I clutched my chest and kneeled down. I held back the pain and restrained from yelling. Unfortunately, doing so made saliva drool from my mouth, much to the disgust of my buddies.

Our two other friends who were still in fine condition helped us up. As we got back on our feet, Hew Gin, too, began to feel the ache. We decided to continue on walking, seeing that Nico was still fine, we told him to run on. He agreed, but only after a few metres, he slowed down, and we caught up with him. We suggested to him that he walk all the way with us too, but he rejected the suggestion and ran on. Well, it seems that he resisted the pain to run. That later brought him a disastrous result(Read on.). We caught up with him later by jogging.

Well, after passing by SSP and before we broke up at the main road sidewalk, Duck had almost gone back to the residential area. From the main road, it was joined to a smaller street, leading back to the start of the residential area. This, I don't know why, he seems real blur. Even with a sign held by a PBSM showing that we are to continue on straight, along the main road, instead of left, he still went left. I called out to him. He still went on. I opened langkah seribu, and caught him by his collar. I pointed to the sign, and dragged him by his collar for a few metres.

This was not the first time Duck had been so absent minded and blur. A few months ago, while on the way to our Prefects' Night at PD, Negri Sembilan, organised by our school, our bus stopped at one of the station stops(I think it was the Nilai station) for lunch. After lunch, I and Duck needed to answer nature's call. To cut a long story short, Duck nearly went into the womens' loo, if I hadn't held his collar when I realized where he nearly had gone. It was funny, he actually had already took a few steps in the loo without realising his mistake. :P

Along the whole length of the race, I noticed that a lot of the runners either had brought their players or walkman phones with them. They either listened to their music through earphones, or in-built speakers were blasting it. Now, I don't have anything against music, but leaving them barely tight in your weak palms or have them in your tiny pockets as if it was dropping out is just inviting trouble. Seriously, you're on a sidewalk, some criminal's on a motorbike, he= rides slowly towards you, snatches your player, and speeds off. I'm pretty sure he'll be laughing his ass off, especially if you do not have enough stamina or are to tired to catch him or to memorize the license plate number. One of the reasons why I left my Vision: M at Her Man's house. Still wanting to bring your RM1 200 phone out? Why, thank you for the Sony Ericsson W850i, then.

(After meeting up with Duck after splitting up,) about 0.5KM left to the race, we approached two PBSMs. Duck was dying of thirst, his face fully red. As we got closer, I noticed that one of those PBSMs were familiar. "Ei, Joce! Got any water left? Duck's getting dehydrated." I shouted, realizing who the PBSM was. We learned that there wasn't any water left(For real), but there were some ice left in their ice box. Duck and Hew Gin rushed towards them for some ice, I jogged on. Duck caught up with me, and offered an ice cube to me. I took the ice cube and washed my face with the cool liquid that melted from the ice. After freshening myself up, I handed the ice cube back to Duck. Hew Gin caught up, he had popped the ice cube into his mouth, and was sucking at it happily.

Now, SAS was in sight. I and Duck quickened our pace, leaving Hew Gin behind. There is a reason why I don't and never use up all my stamina. Duck fell on the sidewalk. Time to put my remaining energy to action. I carried him on my shoulder for awhile until he felt better and able to walk. We entered the school grounds only to see a pair of PBSMs leaving it with a stretcher. Hm, who's unlucky one today?. As we went up the slope at school, one of the red house seniors was at the end of the slope, and started to mock me as I was in the red house unlike Duck. Feeling that I still have leftover stamina, I let out a (battle :P)cry and ran, ran using up all my strength. I passed the finishing line and stumbled as I slowed down. I leaned on a pillar and gave deep breaths. Duck came jogging a minute later. My lips curled and made a smirk as I sighed. It's over, we made it.

I went to the end of the canteen, looking for a place to sit and inspect the ache on my right toe. I found Has, sitting on a bench, and sat beside him. We exchanged greetings, and I removed my right shoe and stocking. What I found wasn't so bad as I expected. My toenail has split, not all the way, but half. Half of my toenail was sticking out. I placed my right foot on the bench(Hey, who cares about hygiene now? Some were even sitting on the tables.) ala tauke kedai. After a while, Roshan came and sat beside me. He had a bandage covering his left leg, red with blood. Not only was the bandage bloody, his stocking was too. Learned that he had fallen down.

Seeing his injury, I remember seeing a girl being pushed on a wheelchair by a PBSM while leaning on the pillar after crossing the finish line. She looked kind of mentally retarded, and kept on moving and twitching. My guess, she got a seizure during the race. It seems she was the unlucky one who got the stretcher.

Next person who came and sat with us was Nico. He was clutching his chest, and his was looked screwed up. "Told yah not to force yourself when you feel pressure on your chest." was my reply to his condition. I said nothing and sat down. Heh, he later kept on complaining about chest pain when we were walking to Her Man's house. Not so tough now eh? :P

After watching the four heads of each sports house hit each other with the houses' respective flags in front of the HeadMistress(It did happen, really!) in what was supposed to be the prize giving ceremony, the red house was announced as the house with the most points gained during this race.

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