this morning #1578.
this morning, on the way to my first class, the track coach ambushed me in the hallway & asked why i hadn’t tried out for the team. told me how, two years ago at a local meet, he’d watched me blow the other under-thirteens away. i wasn’t sure what to say. couldn’t tell him the truth, that i’d had a hard time after the summer incident & given how my speed put me in the situation in the first place, i’d lost interest in running. all i could think to say was “maybe in the spring.” he gave my legs a good look. told me to “make sure to keep them things in tip-top shape just in case.” gross. i just said “ok"“ & continued on to class. assumed that, as i walked away, that pervert was looking at my ass.