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me in the 4x800 in the Freshman Sophomore meet. ran a 2:12.2	Name:  Jake Demian Gender:  Male Profession:  Running i guess... Age:  17 Height:  5'7" Current Weight:  105 lb Goal Weight:  105 lb Location:  Mentor, OH Home page:  myspace.com/jakedemian
About me:  I love running. I enjoy working with computers, making video games, solving my 3x3x3 and 4x4x4 rubik's cubes, andwatching tv. Someday, I wish to create video games for a living. I run 6 days a week most weeks. I train with my good friends Ben, Tyler, and Samer most days during the off-season, and with the varsity cross country and track team during the season. Why do I run:  I run for the runner's high, and I run to prove to myself what I'm capable of. Don't ask for anymore descriptions, because honestly I don't exactly know why I love running. Why I started running:  Well actually, my mom got me into it, sort of. I was lazy and unmotivated and was slowly crossing sports of my list of things i like. My parents knew from past experiences that i was fast, and i had tried my hand at sprinting on several occasions and done fairly well. But the summer before 7th grade (in my school district, 7th grade is the first year of middle school), my mom started running longer distances. One day she told me i should go with her for today's 3 mile run. I just said whatever, and went with her. She bribed me with a promise that I would "feel good" after I ran. Naturally, I thought that was the dumbest thing i had ever heard. Anyways, during the run, I frequently had to ask her to stop, because i was breathing hard and my legs hurt. Eventually we finished and i felt horrible. I was in a bad mood for the rest of the day, and my mom eventually got tired of it. "One more time, Jake" she said to me the next day. "Just run with me one more time. We'll only do 2 miles today." Well i had nothing better to do, so i whipped on a pair of shoes, grabbed my CD player, and went out for a second try. I made it for awhile before something wierd started to happen. My mom started to fall back. So I slowed down, and she told me to just run by myself and not bother with her. In the end, I beat her by aroung 45 seconds, with i thought was cool. I remember only thinking "I want to be tougher than yesterday, just finish without stopping." And I did, but I still didn't feel accomplished or "good". When my mom got back, she said I should try out for cross country. So I did, and after my first race, I finally what she meant by "feeling good" after the run. And ever since then, I've loved every minute of it (well, not really. running 7 miles at 6:30 pace isn't fun until its over. but you know what i mean)