This morning was absolutely lovely! I only had to go to school for one period: Band! And shortly after band, we left for our track meet in Waverly. It was a varsity meet, so there were only 16 of us girls going, which meant that we had to share a bus with the boys. As we pulled up to Waverly High School, a wave of tiredness hit me; I suddenly had the urge to fall asleep. That urge was soon replaced with excitement. As I stepped off of the bus, a cool breeze of air hit me, sending goosebumps and shivers all throughout my body. I quickly put on my sweats and hustled over to the tent with the rest of my team. Shot put was first. We went to check in. I was in the second flight out of four. It wasn't bad considering I was an underclassmen at a Varsity meet. "Stofer, Syracuse, in the whole!" as soon as I heard that I started peeling of the layers of sweatpants/shirts/shorts that I had on. The cool breeze whipped around my almost bare body. Now completely shivering, in my head I could picture my fitted under armor and my running leggings sitting in the trunk of my car, where I had promised myself I wouldn't forget them. Story of my life. My best throw was 28' 11", which is a personal best. I was really hoping for 30', but at least my throws are increasing.
Next up was discus. I was really dreading this event. We had to throw directly into the wind. Your release had to be just perfect, or the wind would blow the disc back toward you. My best throw was an unmentionable distance, it is just absolutely terrible; the only reason I didn't scratch it was because I needed a mark after fouling-out my first two throws. I took off for a jog after biffing my last throw. I needed to calm down. When I returned, I plopped my self down on the ground next to my coach's empty chair. When he returned, he kicked my foot and said, "Keep your head up, kiddo. Everyone has to deal with that stupid wind. Don't worry about it."
By the way, "hace viento" is Spanish for "It is windy!"
Back at the tent, I waited for about 3 hours, and then started warming up for the event I was most excited for: the field-event-person relay! Our relay team was made up of three throwers and a triple jumper, and much to my displeasure, I was the 4th leg. That meant that I had to run in front of the grand stand, where everyone is looking at me. (People always watch the throwers' relays just for the pure enjoyment of watching fat people run. I do not find it amusing.) Also, the wind was coming straight out of the south, so I had to run against the wind the entire time. As we got lined up, the tension was building inside of me. I felt like I was going to vomit. As the gun went off, I watched intently. As I watch Ratchet (her real name is Rachael, but we call her Ratchet..) run down the back straightaway, I realized that we were in the lead. As she passed the baton to Griz, we lost our lead, and when the baton got to me, it was a three way tie between Syracuse, some other town, and Norris. I completely biffed up receiving the baton. As I sprinted down the front straightaway, I felt like I was floating on a cloud. It was a strange sensation. The other team's girl was an actual sprinter, so she took the lead. However, the Norris girl was right behind me, and when we finished I was a few inches in front of her. We got 2nd place! I was so happy. I thought we were going to come in dead last. I have grown quite fond of "weight-womens' relays". In fact, I think I may start running more. Psh. Who am I kidding? I love running just as much as I love my boyfriend. I don't have a boyfriend. Enough said.
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