crap!
Wednesday sucked big time for me!!!
I had to go to a track meet at Miramonte (a rich school in the worst location- one way in, one way out, stuck in the hills somewhere)
I throw discus and shotput at meets/ invitationals , but i do hurdles at practice.
ANYWAYS
Ok, so it starts to sprinkle when the bus comes to pick up the track and field team at Las Lomas (my high school) at 2:30 pm. I thought the meet was originally at Acalanes, another high school, and i told my father to pick me up there that morning. So, i call my father twice with someone else's cellphone (i don't have one) and then i give up and call my mother. She says, "You've been calling the wrong number, Caltrans changed all the phone numbers." So i ask her to tell my father to come pick me up at Whole Foods (a supermarket outside of Las Lomas) at 6:30 to 7:00-ish because Miramonter is really far and there's a bus taking the team back. She says, "Ok" and hangs up.
When we get to miramonte, the "All weather track" is sopping wet, and the rain becomes sprinkles again.
I then find out i'm running in the "throwers relay" 4x1 (four runners, each runs 100 meters, with a baton) a.k.a. "fat man relay".
Only two things:
1. i'm a woman.
2. i'm not fat, i'm big boned and slightly pudgy. (seriously. i weigh about 130 to 140 when i've eaten something. I'm 5'7", so my BMI- body mass index is abour 24. If your BMI is 30 or greater, you're overweight/ obese.)
Ok, so i'm in the relay with 2 other girls and a guy (gender doesnt matter for this) and i'm third (meaning i get the stick and hand it off to the last guy) and this was my first time doing this EVER. But the problem was that one of the other 2 girls running doesn't run at practice, so she's actually pudgy and short legged. (the other girl and guy and myself run something else during practice, so we're pretty fast.)
Bad thing is, i just ate half a pork bun, not knowing that the thrower's relay was first. (dangnabbit.)
So, the race starts. The first girl hands the baton to the pudgy girl, and as she turns the bend, she's slowing down. I'm thinking, "What the hell are you doing? Speed up! Not down!!!" So, i start running and she exchanges the baton in the "exchange zone", and i blast off. (by now, our group is second to last place.) So, i spaz run and hand the baton off to the guy, who runs like hell. We finish 4th out of 6 schools.
I walk back to the stands, and i meet my pal, Patrice. She says, "You run wierd."
>.<;;
I go, "What do you mean?" She says, "You run like this:" and shes does a strange waddle prance. I tell her, "Oh, my mom says i waddle when i walk. That's probably because of my legs... and my flatfeet condition." (yesh, i have flatfeet, which made my legs bend outward to the sides. I can;t stand up for too long, or my knees will hurt.) So, i show her my legs. (i'm wearing really short shorts...) and they bend outwards. She's all, "Oh..."
...
Then the pudgy girl comes up, and Patrice says, "Yeah, you totally messed that one up." Pudgy girl says to me, "Why didn't you start running when i ran the curse to the straightway?" I shouted at her, "YOU DON'T SLOW DOWN WHEN YOU GET TO THE NEXT PERSON!!! I CAN ONLY START WHEN YOU ARE CLOSE TO ME!!!"
:mad:
It's ok, because that relay was just for fun.
When the relay finished, i waited in the stands under our tent (by now there's a downpour of rain) for the announcer to announce the discus and shotput events.
Problem is, the discus field is all soggy and muddy, and the shotput rings are flooded.
So, they cancel throwing events and hurdles, saying "It's too dangerous."
So i'm stuck there at that meet until 7:45 pm because i can't drive and i have to wait for the bus to take us back. I notice that all my stuff is wet under the chair i put it under. I shout, "oh shit!!!" and desperately try to keep my backpack and boombox dry. (i brought a boombox to school to play during lunch) I was wearing a heavy jacket, and the whole thing is wet, and really heavy...
So, i wait, and wait. 6:30. Then 7:00. Then 7:30... I'm thinking "Holy crap, my dad's going to be hella pissed."
The whole time, i finished my math homework, my english homework, and half my german homework.
When i finally get on the bus and get to Whole Foods, my mom's sitting there, and she's all, "You're late." I says, "I know, the stupid rain kept me there. IF SOMEONE HAD LET ME GET MY DRIVER'S PERMIT, I WOULD HAVE BEEN HERE AT 6:30!" :mad: My mother says, "Never mind that now, your father's waiting at three brothers (a chinese restaruant) for going on 2 hours now, and the payphone here doesn't work."
So we head off the the restaurant, father no where in sight. My mother says to the receptionist, "If he comes back, tell him we've gone home."
So we get home, and there's my father. My father just looks at me, and i go upstairs to take a shower (i was all wet and sweaty...) and finish my homework.
I find out that my notebook is half ruined by the water.
I find out that my drawing folder is wet on the corners.
Half my fanart/artwork is destroyed by water.
DAMN RAIN!!!
So next morning, i explain on the drive to school to my father about the meet. He understands, and drops me off. Then started a long and arguous day at school. But, hey, what day of school isn't like that? | 
