Well, for those you you who didn't know, I had a meet at SF State today. The competition was pretty mello compared to that of the Watsonville meet (Soquel), so I wasn't nearly as intimidated by the Varsity teams from other schools... mostly because I consistantly run faster splits than they were averaging normally.

I started off getting to the meet at seven, a prompt five hours and five minutes before my first race, the 4x100 began... Of course, it was actually scheduled to be at nine instead of twelve, so I was pretty pissed. At any rate, our team did pretty well; we placed second in our heat, but only sixth overall. Needless to say it was a really good race. I even PRed (personal record) on my split - a nice, even ten seconds. Then I got to my long wait. My next event was the 4x400, which was scheduled to be run at five o'clock. So I sat around for a great deal, ate lunch, talked, listened to music, etc. Then we (my team and I) were called to register our team for the 4x400, so we went over and as we were coming back, we saw the school van leaving and assumed to girls were too tired to run their 400's. After a couple minutes, Melanie came down and told us Elizabeth had a seizure and they had taken her to the hospital! That was the big shock of the day for us... Scared the crap out of me too, since I had been talking to her about a half hour before.

But, to move on, things started late, so we ended up starting the race at six thirty. We figured we were going to lose, so we all promised to run as hard as we could. First lap, which we figured we'd lose because of, Bernard actually ran (miracle) and he stayed in third place. Our team was gaping at him as he passed on the batton to Benny, who kept the place. Then Peter got it and ran, passing into ssecond place. I ran the last lap and made up about ten meters in between us and the lead. When I finished, I went over to check my split, which, to my surprise, was another PR (57 s).

I hope everyone who read this had a better day than me - I'm going to die when my muscles tighten again.

Later, DS,
~ I almost don't feel like I do right now.

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