Eat your salad, no dessert
The track meet could not have been on a nicer day. The temperature was nice and the sun came out some. I woke up this morning at 8:30 to some random drumming out in a nearby coartyard and I went down there in my pajamas and slippers ready to kick some ass becuase it was fucking 8:30 on a saturday morning. It turned out to be some cultural fair thing that had people dressed in Asian garb beating on drums. What the fuck? Why can't that wait 'til 10:00 or something??? Anyway, the 4x100 relay was not so good. There was only one other team in lane 7 (I was in lane 3) so I had no one near enough to pull me or push me, and I was wearing my "buns" which are our tiny sprinter bottoms, no bigger than a swim suit bottom. They went up my ass when I was in the blocks. Not so hot. Then I almost fell on my face coming out of the blocks and the girls doing the last handoff had a bad time... Kelsey, the last leg, had to actually stop to get the baton. Not good. Well, we got 2nd (out of 2, big accomplishment....). Go us. Then my 100 meter race was like an hour later, which meant I had to keep warm for an hour, which was a pain. I came out of the blocks fast but got last in my heat and a bad time. SHIT!!! blah. I am pretty pissed. oh well, I am going to go have some fun tonight at a frat so it's all good. peace out bitches.