7th and 8th grade field day.This was a last day of school event and included a 1 mile run on the track.I had skipped school and was walking down the alley behind the track smoking a Marlboro when I saw all these jocks on the track.A few of em yelled some shit at me so I flipped em off and then got the impluse of racing em.So I carefully put out my half smoked cig and trotted on over.I asked the "coach" who mainly was into bb but also was the track coached if I could run the race.He hesitated then said sure why not.So in my shit kickers and levis I won by a very LARGE margin.No one said shit.I left relite my half smoked smoke and went on about my business.Never really got into running till I was an old man.