Blogs : Jason Richardson

Millrose

Gather around the campfire kids cause it's blog time. The Legend of Millrose

Since we last talked, I realized it doesn't pay to be vain. Unbeknownst to me, our distance Coach changed our flights and I missed my dread appointment, and consequently the chance to laugh hysterically at my loctitian. If it weren't for my teammate's reminder that morning that our flight had been pushed up to 11am, your boy would have still been in REM cycle, slobbering, with my feet dangling off the side of the bed. My ankle still felt a lil awkward that day, so I opted out of wearing the church shoes and threw on Prada sneakers, and since you can't wear sneakers with dress slacks, I put on my Evisu's thinking that maybe.. .just maybe Coach wouldn't bite my head off for dressing down if I LOOKED LIKE MONEY (terrible logic, but it sure as hell made sense at the time). The end result was a tongue lashing and a head of untwisted dreads. Great start to the weekend.

We got to NY dumb early on Thursday so we walked the city, my teammates in search of a Nail shop, myself in search of some Africans who could grab every baby hair on my head to retwist my locks. We went 1-1. No Africans, but TONS of nail places and the chicks on my team got designs and 3D nonsense on their nails, they ghetto as hell for that but that’s why I roll wit em. We FINALLY got us some oxtail, some beef patties, and road the train back to the hotel laughing at the fact that Johnny caught Keisha on video cussin’ out the whole damn nail shop cause someone stole her ring out the bathroom! I used to laugh at the old people in their plastic bag sweat tops who walked the mall in the morning until now.... WALKIN is a FREAKIN WORKOUT cause by the time I got back to the hotel the bed was calling my name.

Next morning we went to the Armory for morning practice. My ankle was throbbing; I'm sure from the miles upon miles I walked the day prior. I felt good going over hurdles, but my ankle kept me from exploding like I wanted to out the blocks. A tape job and some positivity got me through practice then we went back to the hotel for the 6hr downtime till the meet.

Our hotel was literally almost across the street from MSGarden, but the rain made it seems further. Once inside we got in chill mode before our races, WAY too chill mode. Like the retard I am, I'm late to the paddock, last on the track for warm up, and last to put my shoes on. Guess it's no coincidence that I was LAST out the blocks too! An acceleration pattern was as foreign as Chinese to me and the dude from Syracuse was gone! I'm starting to think that I might be deaf because I CLEARLY am not hearing the same things the others on the starting line are, lol. I walked the dude down but fell a hundredth short (7.84 to 7.85). Time sucks, but so did the race so I won't complain. As the saying goes, ' you win some, you lose a lot more' ... (well, that’s more MY saying, lol) so it's no big deal. I know that NO ONE, (I sang it Alicia keys style when I typed it, haha) can close faster that I can. If only I could find a start...

MAAAAN

11:36 AM, February 14, 2008 .. Posted by fla954gurl

I promise thats been the story of my season! FINDING MY START!!! we are on that quest together pal! And i love ur saying 'you win some, you lose a lot more'. Good luck this week end!

keep up that bloggin!

2:02 PM, February 14, 2008 .. Posted by Anonymous

Bruh, I'm one of your faithful blog followers....mainly because your comments are hilarious, informative, creative, and typically dramatic..have you ever thought about being a comedian or a screenwitter?....you gonna do well this year, just keep the faith in God, work hard on that technique and try and stay humble!.....until your next blog....faithful fan...do you have a myspace page? if so check me out www.myspace.com/drutyla

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8:04 PM, February 15, 2008 .. Posted by Anonymous

Man Imma new yorker and I trained with Keisha myself...she should have hooked you up with a ton of Africans to dread your locks...It sounds crazy to any one who isnt from NY, but the Africans are literally lining the streets asking any and every one (even if you have your hair fried dyed and laid to the side) if they want their hair done. I definately look forward to seeing you progress later in the season...say at the Olympics!

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8:05 PM, February 15, 2008 .. Posted by Anonymous

Man Imma new yorker and I trained with Keisha myself...she should have hooked you up with a ton of Africans to dread your locks...It sounds crazy to any one who isnt from NY, but the Africans are literally lining the streets asking any and every one (even if you have your hair fried dyed and laid to the side) if they want their hair done. I definately look forward to seeing you progress later in the season...say at the Olympics!

yo

12:19 AM, February 22, 2008 .. Posted by darrick vick

whats up jason i found your blog on the gamecocks page because i was looking up johnny dutch's times to see how he was doing..but your blog is hilarious...i guess running track in college is fun. hopefully i'll see one day..im a junior in high school. but i'll be reading from now on.

d.vick