so i was reading Chuck Klosterman’s book and he talked about growing up in rural North Dakota and how track meets were the equivalent of singles bars for high school students and i can’t say i don’t agree. i went to track meets not because i was a great runner. in fact, i might have been the worst runner on the planet. i mean i needed a calendar to time my two mile, but week after week, i was there at the track meet to try to meet girls that didn’t live in my town. girls from Paducah and Smyer were the ones i liked the best. i think people felt sorry for me because i was so slow. i probably could have gone faster, but a better time was not in my vision. sitting on the high jump mat talking with a cute blonde was. so there you have it. track meets gave me an opportunity to travel to another town to convince girls i wasn’t a big dork like they knew i was in my town, and all of the girls from my town never told these girls what a big nerd i was because it meant i was leaving them alone. yeah. by the time i hit my Junior and Senior years, i was out of athletics and had moved on to Speech Meets, but that is another story.