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So we randomly made the eleven hour roadtrip out to Indiana just to watch Tiff's twenty minute race at Nationals. Having such an awesome team is really the only highlight of this semester. It was definitely less than twenty degrees out, and we sported our sports bras and running shorts around the course. I've neverrrr been anywhere close to that cold. It was fun being a spectator since I never get to be one. I never realized it, but spectators definitely have their own race going on. Sprinting around to the key points on that course was TOUGH!..especially with hundreds of other people doing the same thing. It was absolutely craaazy as Nationals always is.
I really don't even know how we managed to get there because the whole beginning of the trip was just marked by bad luck after bad luck. First, one of the cars refused to start so we had to take one that even made me shiver. I know nothing about cars but something told me when you have to kick the doors to get them to open and hold the light switch up to keep the lights on...you probably shouldn't be on the road...let alone driving a eleven hour trip. Then it took an hour and a half to go four miles if that. And the major roads we had to use were all shut down because of the snow. Four hours into the trip we seriously considered turning around all together.
Then we get to Kentucky and get lost on the scariest roads imaginable on the way to the hotel. Pitch dark, no streetlights, dogs that looked like werewolves, houses that were ten times worse than shacks even, roads that just randomly stopped, random people walking around at midnight...it was the closest I've been to dying, I think. Kentucky is sooo freaaaky. I'll never mess with anyone with relatives in that state. Somehow we managed to squeeze all of the six guys and seven girls that went into ONE hotel room. It's a good thing we are skinny cross country runners because that Days Inn room was definitely pushing its limit with four people...let alone thirteen. I slept in a bed with four other people, and if I fell off it was right onto someone else. And if you had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night...you're screwed. Somehow the whole trip worked out though. I love ECXC. :)
The other night the guys team hosted a wine and cheese party. It was so fancy and nice. :) It's been a whileee since I've drank anything nice. We totally anniliated twenty plus bottles of the best tasting wine ever in less than two hours. In our drunken state some of us dyed our hair blue for Nationals. So now I have blue hair on the bottom layer, but it's definitely my favorite of all the millions of hair colors I've had. :) I need to get drunk off of wine more...I obviouslyyy make good decisions.
Now my last bit of news...I think I really have to end this sad excuse of a relationship with Amol. Most of the time it's just hurting me anymore. And our Thanksgiving schedules don't match up, and now if we even do see each other it's going to be for like two or three hours Monday night. It's just ridiculous. I know he's busy and stressed with school, but when someone means something to you you can maakee time to show you care. I don't have all of the time in the world either, but I can make time for him. And seriously if I met who he is now, there's no way I would have looked twice. What drew me in was that he was so carefree and easy-going and happy. It was so much fun to be around him. Now he's just snotty and belittling and conceited. It's like because I don't have the grades or desire to do something like med school, somehow I'm "below" him. He neverrrr thought like that before. I hate med school and all of these med school kids he's around. All that matters to him anymore is studying and getting good grades...it's like some disgusting disease. He used to be sooo passionate about other things, like guitar and art and so many things. Now I doubt he lifts his nose out of his books long enough to be passionate about anything else. Like I knew him going to med school was going to change our relationship, but I didn't think it would change himmm. It's just ashame.
Eeek, whatta long entry!