On Thursday the administration decided that school spirit was too low or whatever and decided to hold another fun school event. The result was the Panther Prowl.
Normally I wouldn’t give a crap about it, kind of like the White-Out dance (also known as the We Need Money dance.) The reason I do is because Mrs. Furpahs (my art teacher) asked Annabelle and I to design the t-shirts.
We stayed up until two in the morning designing that thing. Or maybe I should say she stayed up until two in the morning and forced me to stay up with her. We really need better things to do, don’t we?
Anyway, our design was accepted, and it got made into t-shirts, which is pretty cool but also creepy at the same time. I’m walking in the halls and seeing the shirts and every time I do a double take and think to myself “Hey, wasn’t that just on my computer screen at two in the morning?”
So after that this conversation took place:
Mrs. Molnar: “Hey, would you like to come to the Panther Prowl?”
Me: “Ummmm… I’d rather not.”
Molnar: “You don’t have to run; you can just watch if you like.”
Me: “Erm…. I don’t really…”
Molnar: “If you came it would be a huge inspiration for all the runners to see the person who designed the logo on their t-shirts and it would inspire them to be the best they can be!”
Molnar: “I’ll take it out of your PE grade.”
Me: “Sign me up!”
Nah, I’m just messing with you. I came voluntarily, because I
have no life am just a responsible blogger like that.
At the start we all piled into the bleachers for some pre-race announcements about safety and other useless crap like that. Then we all rose for the National Anthem played on the trumpet by some guy whose name I think was Jacob. He’s pretty good, actually.
Then we all walked outside to the track. The track is a mile long and takes you around the perimeter of the school and the fields. And you have to run it three times. They had a boombox playing a mix of what the teachers thought was popular music- half of it was surprisingly good choices (Lonely Boy by the Black Keys comes to mind) but the other half was pure dog feces. I will admit, I have more discriminating tastes in music than most, but that is neither here nor there.
There are three categories of runners. Within five minutes they all separate into distinct bands of runners, so they’re easy to pick out.
There are the people who actually try to run. These are the same people who get fifteen laps in for a fitness run. The people whose idea of a light jog is a freaking Pacer test.
Then, there were the walkers. They’re the ones who brag about how they ran in the Prowl, and how fast they ran, and how in shape they are, when in fact they got tired of running within the first thirty seconds and then walked the rest. You know the type.
The third category was composed of Slightly Insane Bleached-Hair Woman Dressed In All White With A British Accent (remember her?) and the Special Ed kids. What I found slightly amusing was that I could tell that SIB-HWDIAWWABA really really wanted to run like crazy. Faster than a speeding bullet- or maybe even faster than Edward runs when he sees rice. But the thing is, she had to keep pace with the Special Ed kids, because
if she didn’t she would probably get sued she wanted to stay with them to encourage them to be the best they could be. Wasn’t that nice of her.
Anyway, a bunch of random people whose names I forget got the medals. I have some pictures of them, so you might recognize them. Mr. Treakle the librarian came in first place for the adult category. The man is surprisingly in shape, considering that he’s a librarian.
As usual, here are the pictures that I took.