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Men in Track
After watching Ryan Lochte and Michael Phelps both win gold medals and also watching Marti get a bronze medal; Lolo, Allyson, and I all walked over to the track to support some boys who were racing today. We wore our Track United States navy blue polo uniforms with light blue jeans. And of course, my two huge clunky braces.
The girls and I made our way into the stands, the crowd cheering loudly as we did, and over to the three rows that were the USA Track and Field team reserved spaces. I led them into the second row - the first was already full- and sat down next to a dirty blonde haired boy with blue eyes and a brown haired boy with green eyes. They both smiled at me.
"Hello, are you Clary Fray?" The boy with brown hair asked.
"I am and who are you?" I nodded.
"I'm Andrew Wheating, 1500 meter, and this is Nick Symmonds who is in the 800 and 1500 meter." The brown boy clapped a hand on the blonde haired boys back.
"Nice to meet you." I smiled at them both, "I'm Clary, this is Lolo Jones, and this is Allyson Felix."
"Great to meet you all." Nick smiled. "I've heard the three of you are sweethearts so we'll all be great friends."
A curly brown haired suddenly walked down our row, a bag of popcorn in his hand, "Hey." He started, "You three took my seat."
"Oh," I stood, "I'm sorry. I can move."
"Don't, I was joking." He replied, "You're hurt, just stay there. I'm Brad Walker and you are?"
"I'm Clary Fray and this is Lolo Jones and Allyson Felix." I pointed them out as I sat back down.
"Brad's a pole vaulter." Andrew supplied from beside me. "His event was yesterday."
"Oh, really?" Lolo asked, "How'd you do?"
"Gold medal, baby!" Brad smiled brightly. We all congratulated him. "Thank you, thank you! My coach and Jesus should take all the praise, though."
I nodded smiling at him. Lolo looked like she just won the lottery and Allyson was watching the track.
"By the way," Nick brought our attention back to him, "This is Galen Rupp," He pointed to the blonde haired skinny boy in front of him, "He runs in the 10,000 meter and 1500 meter. That's Sean Fury, Javelin. Manteo Mitchell, 4x100 Relay. Joshua Mance 4x100 Relay. Tyson Gay 100m and 4x100 Relay, and Trell Kimmons who is the last man in the 4x100 Relay race."
Nick pointed out another blonde muscled man and four more good looking black men. They all waved hello and told me about there events; apparently Galen won silver in ten thousand meter and bronze in five thousand meter, Sean had gotten gold in javelin throw, and Manteo, Joshua, Tyson, and Trell all caught silver in the relay race. Along with Tyson getting another silver in the one hundred meter. We congratulated them all.
After hours of talking, laughing, and becoming great friends; Lolo, Allyson, Dawn, and I all had an interview with Ryan Seacrest. The four of us greeted him and all sat down as he started to ask questions.
"Clary, I got the chance to talk to you a few days ago and I can see that your leg is still braced. Is it feeling any better?" Ryan asked me.
I glanced down at my leg, "To be honest, I haven't really seen or felt a change yet. But coach and I are doing the correct stretches that should help my hip, but with my ankle it's hard-"
"Clary has always been a trooper. She'll get better." Lolo said, patting my hand.
"And she won't give up until it feels better again." Allyson added.
Ryan was nodding, "I get that vibe." He said, "That Clary is a trooper and we all know she is brave." I blushed thanking him and looking down at my hands, "So my next question is, how do you three feel she did running with you in the relay?"
"Ryan, she did great." Dawn, surprisingly, said. "She definitely would've been so much better if her leg was not, you know, banged up. But Clary did great."
"Listen, Clary's name spells out determination. There is no one in this world that you will find more determined than her." Lolo started, "And I knew as soon as she fell on Monday that no matter what happened to her leg; she was not going to let her team down, she was not going to let our country down, and she was not going to not race just because of the pain. Clary is just that kind of person that will never give up."
"I agree." Allyson nodded.
"Thank you." I said, truthfully.
"Okay, Clary, let's move away from you." Ryan touched my leg which told me he wasn't trying to be rude, "And let's talk about the USA. Do you four truly think that you made our country proud?"
"I do," I nodded, "We came out here with a goal and there was some goals that our country had for us and gold was the goal. And we achieved that, so I hope USA is, yes."
"I'm from the United States and I'm very proud of you four." Ryan replied and we all thanked him. He checked his notes and then said, "You four ladies are all fairly young; Dawn you're twenty-eight, Allyson you're twenty-five, Lolo you're twenty, and Clary you are only sixteen, very soon to be seventeen -so my question is, will you be back to Rio in 2016?"
"I won't." Dawn responded and I was actually sad to hear that. "After competing in three Olympics - a twelve year span- and this Olympics being my best I think I should end my career here."
"Aww," I couldn't help but say, "I'm sorry to here that. We'll miss you."
"We will, who am I going to compete against?" Allyson asked, smiling over at Dawn who smiled back.
Dawn shrugged, "I guess you, Lolo, and Clary are all going to be three-way competitors."
"Haven't they always been?" Ryan asked.
Dawn laughed, "I suppose so."
"We are definitely sad to see you go, but with a gold medal and a few silver medals around your neck it's not a bad way to go."
"Definitely not."
"Lolo, let's talk to you now." Ryan glanced at his notes again, "First of all, are you planning to return in 2016?"
"Yes. Right now I'm saying yes I will be there." Lolo nodded.
"That's great news. Are you going to stay at the same training facility as Clary with your same coach?"
Lolo nodded slowly, "I plan to, yes. I've worked with Coach Morgan and Clary alike for almost seven years and I plan to stay there."
Ryan continued to ask us all questions that we had all been asked before, but I was still happy to answer them. So after thirty minutes had passed, I was slightly shocked because of how short the interview seemed.
"I thank you four again for coming." We all stood as Ryan started to bid up farewell, "Clary, happy early birthday. And for all of you, congratulations." We all hugged him and kissed his cheek before the camera's went off and we all walked off stage.
Later that day, around three in the afternoon, Jessica, Mom, and I were all driving out to an empty track to film my commercial for Doritos. And the only reason my mom was coming was because that she was supposedly supposed to be in the commercial with me.
When we arrived at the track, the Doritos people greeted me with open arms and lots of congratulatory words. The director told me how the commercial was going to go and gave me my script.
"Did you bring what I told you to bring?" The director, Matt, asked.
I nodded, patting my gym bag on my shoulder, "It's all in here."
"Great, will you change into your USA shirt and shorts?"
"I will." I replied, walking into the bathroom and changing quickly, "Matt?" I asked as I walked back out.
"Yes, Clary?"
"What am I going to do about my braces?" I questioned, motioning to them.
Matt glanced at them, "What we are going to do is trick the audience. When you are sitting down, they are going to be off and when you get up and you are walking around the camera is only going to shoot you from the waist up."
I nodded again, "Okay. That sounds good."
"Great," Matt called over my mom, "Get in your first positions, please."
At that we both nodded and I walked over to the bench I was supposed to start at. I sat down and took off my braces, handing them Jessica and after that she ran off the set.
"Alright, Clary," Matt said, now behind a camera, "Look over here and say you're first line."
I did what he asked, "Hi, I'm Clary Fray. Olympic gold medalist in hurdles." We took multiple scenes of the same line and then I had to put my braces back on and walk to my mother. "When I'm not training, Doritos are my weakness. Luckily, though, mom always keeps them in our pantry. I knew there was always something I loved about her."
After that I ran about five feet just to smile at my mom and take the Doritos bag from her and she smiled and said to the camera, "kids never learn." Then we were done. Matt hugged mom and I and then that was it, we were driving back to our hotels.
As I rested in my room, watching archery on the television; I sent out a tweet, thanking Doritos and everyone involved with my commercial and Ryan Seacrest for the interview. I also tweeted Ryan Lochte, Michael Phelps, and Missy Franklin to congratulated them. About two minutes after I sent out my tweet to Michael, in the middle of the men's archery, he called me.
"Hello?" I asked into the phone.
"Hey!" He replied enthusiastically and I smiled, happy to hear him sound happy, "So I hear that your birthday is tomorrow."
"It is." I said nodding. "And I hear that you have another race tomorrow."
"That's true." Michael replied, "What do you want for your birthday?"
"You don't have to get me anything."
"Clary, I'm going to get you-"
"Seriously, I don't need anything. I just won five medals, that's the best birthday present I could ever ask for. Trust me, I don't want anything."
"But I want to get you something." He argued.
"Why do I always have to become friends with people that are just as stubborn as I am?" I asked out loud.
"I'm not stubborn I'm determined."
"Call it whatever you want, those traits are all annoying."
Michael laughed, "So what do you want? A bracelet? Perfume?"
"Really? That's the kind of girl you think I am? I'm a little offended."
He chuckled, "What kind of girl are you?"
"The kind that doesn't want birthday presents."
"Wow, you're just as annoying as I am."
I laughed at that.
"I'll just get you a signed autograph and be done with it."
I rolled my eyes, "That's exactly what I wanted."
"I knew I would break you." Michael replied, someone spoke to him, "Okay. I have to go. See you tomorrow."
"Alright, bye. Good luck."
"Thanks. Bye." He hung up and I did as well.
After that, I continued to text Jace and watch archery events until I fell asleep on the couch.
A/N: Ahh! So short! Thanks for reading!
