Well, my meet was pretty dull today. I had to get up at 6:30 am to drive out to Watsonville and get there by 8 so I could warm-up for my 9 o'clock long-jumping. I suppose I didn't do that bad in long jump... though our team didn't place, thanks to Craig. I got a 17" 1', which was second place in individuals. Then I went on to do high-jump. Craig, Elliot and I were in it and it was pretty bad. My knees were killing me from landing in the long-jump pit, so at 5" 2' I ended up running into the bar instead of jumping it... And then I did the same thing my second try as I collased on my left knee - again. For my third jump, which was actually a jump, I screwed up the end when I took my eyes off the standard and rolled just enough to have my elbow hit the pole off the standards... Then the guy running it had the nerve to tell me,"...it was a really good jump, but you missed." Psh...

At any rate, I had to sit around for about five hours to wait for my event to even be called... It was the evil 4x400 relay. When we actually had to warm-up, we decided to come up with an inspiring slogan for our heat 2, lane 2 team. "Aw, fuck it," is what we came up with. Well, anyways. When we started the race, Augustine was doing rather well. He was... second to last, which was better than expected. Then Roy got the batton and I guess he thought he dropped it or something, so he stopped and let the last person get about 50 yards ahead before continuing. Phillip was next and he did fine until the end when he got really dizzy and started weaving. By the time I got the batton, we were about a hundred yards behind everyone else. I made up fifty... Thus leading us into last place - BUT, I had the best split of anyone in the race: 57.25 seconds for a lap.

After the race, I was kind of hungry, so I got my wallet and then went to the snack bar. They started closing it when I was about 20 feet away... So I ran over and asked if I could buy something, since I had just run the 400. The guy asked, "Hey, weren't you number 2?" I said, "Yeah, I was." Then he said, "No," and continued locking up. Later, Mr. Wheeler told me that he was the father of a kid that had never gotten beaten in a 400 relay (in splits that is)... It was really annoying though.

Later, DS,
~ (I've got nothing... Make up something interesting for this today.)

hmm?
how 'bout "don't eat chocolate pudding while trying to play a helicopter game"?
» TRYtoNONconform on 2004-03-14 12:45:15

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