A Long Weekend.

What began as a weekend of big hopes,turned into one weekend that I will never forget.

On Friday I decided to go pick up my friend Gabriel to go hang out with him because I had not seen him in quite a while. We had been planning to go to a running store by my dorm and today I finally got some time to be able to take him to go buy his running supplies. My dad took both me and Gabriel over to La Verne and we headed out to get some running stuff. We got a bite to eat soon after and proceeded to eat and talk about how our lives had gone for the next hour. 9 PM came and I needed to get him home. Rain began to pour down pretty hard.

We began driving down the street to head down to the freeway that led to his house. We began to go down Fairplex Drive which is a downhill slope heading down to the freeway. http://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&tab=wl The road curves around the hill making it pretty hard to see what is happening. We were going about 45 MPH down the hill when we saw a car coming. Then we realized that it was actually driving in our lane. I yelled, "What the fuck!" and Gabriel yelled, "Shit shit shit!" and I turned right so that Gabriel would not get hit. What ended up happening was that the car hit my front side pushing me into the right lane where I got hit from behind into my rear left tire putting us over the curve.

I remember thinking exactly when I got hit, "Wow this doesn't hurt as bad as I thought it would."

I tried to get out of my door but it was smashed in. We got out of the passengers side door and walked out into the rain and yelled out, "What the fuck!!!!!!!!" We spent the next hour in the rain waiting for everything to happen. We had no idea what to do. Stupid lady didn't say a word to us. She never said "Sorry" "Are you guys okay?" or anything like that. I have no compassion for the people in that car. I know it sounds fucked up but when I saw the passengers in the car crying, I just thought, why? How did they not see that they were driving on the opposite side of the road. Look at the map and tell me. The street is well lit. To drive into the lane that I was in you had to go over 2 lanes!

I ended up with a sore chest after hitting the steering wheel. From what I heard Gabriel ended up with sore abs front the impact.

The next day I woke up with a sore neck and back. I had to race that day. I was determined to still race. Yes my back and my neck hurt a lot but my legs were perfect. I had never felt this good. I knew I had a great performance to put down or I was going to try my hardest to. I spent the whole day trying to keep myself from thinking about it.

As time began to tick away I was beginning to doubt myself about racing. I was beginning to think it was not a great idea to go race. I made myself think that I had to. So I go ready to race and last thing I knew I was on the start waiting for the gun. I ended up running the best race of my life again. I ran a 9:19.83. More than a 20 second PR. Considering what had happened the day before I was proud of my performance.

With that said I have to say I am kind of a wreck at the moment. I was not able to sleep last night. My neck and my back are bugging me. Mentally I am not good. I keep overthinking the accident. Now I am without my car, without my full health, and without my mind. All because of a stupid driver.

But I'm alive, so I guess that's cool too.