Track Adventures!

Bah track adventure to the extreme! Okay, the day starts out on a warm morning at 2:45am. I had been coughing all night, and sleep hardly found me. I woke up to my alarm and got ready for track. At 3:53 I arrived at the bus and fortunately I got my own seat. The bus ride was horrible. About 5 hours of me non-stop coughing and catching about a half hour of sleep. Everyone was worried for my health, but I ignored them. We got to the track meet and right off the bat, I had to do long jump.

First jump, I scratched. Second jump, I got 16' 5 1/2", MY BEST JUMP EVER! And I hadn't jumped at all this year. It was quite amazing. I decided to go for a third jump only achieving a 15 something. Mariah, a girl from Silverstage had been jumping 17 feet, which she did today. It was quite alright though. I was quite proud of myself. Then I tried to nap before my 100, but I couldn't stop coughing... so I ran my 100 in 12.3. There was a girl from Dayton beside me and she scared me for a minute. There's usually not people beside me. So I kicked it into gear and beat her.

Once again I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. I had to run the 4x1 next. Danielle had a slow start and our hand offs are quite slow. Nikki caught up and held her place, the baton came to Selene who lost our place. By the baton got to me, we were in last place. I took the baton and with all my speed I ran as fast as I could. I caught up to most of the girls and we took 5th place. My single time was 12.1 or 12.2 It's not as acurate during relays so we don't really know. But it was one of those two... which is the best I've ever done!

Dad took me to Subway afterwards so I could eat before my 200. I got a sweet onion chicken teriyaki from Subway. So good. When I came back, I had about another hour, so I finally got a nap in only coughing myself awake every now and then. When the 200 came up, I was nervouse as hell because I was so sick, and tired, and beat, I didn't think I was going to do good. I started out slow, and decided I wanted to win this. So the last 100 I kicked it into gear and beat them all with a 25.8.

After that race, I fell into deep coughs and I couldn't put any weight on my left leg. I couldn't catch my breath easily and Potter was at my side in seconds giving me water and being a supportive shoulder.

Soon after that I left. I drank 4 water bottles and when we hit Fallon, I asked Dad if he could stop somewhere for me to go to the bathroom. He sighed and said, "I Guess!" I hate when he acts like that. So we drove through Fallon and we didn't stop. He told me there was a gas station a little ways up here. I didn't realize he meant 50 miles as "a little ways". I was so bloated with water, it hurt to move. Deep throat clawing coughs made holding in my urine so much harder, but finally we made it. I had planned to run out of the vehicle as fast as I could to the bathroom, but I found that completely out of the question. I could hardly move without pain bursting through my blatter and the threat of it letting go anytime. When I got into the bathroom, the door wouldn't lock... I eventually gave up and went. Let me tell you, that was the longest pee of my life.

Then it took forever to get home, plus we had to stop and shop in Walmart. Finally we got home and had to go pee again. I unloaded the groceries and got on here for a little bit. Then decided to take a bath. Worst bath ever! First the water was freaking hot and I was so exicited to be laying in it... but suddenly it got cold and I felt the water from the faucet, which was freezing. Dad was washing clothes with warm water. -_-
But I had enough to take a bath and although it wasn't as hot as I wanted it, it felt great... until I began coughing submerging my face underwater and swallowing such delightful bath water, getting up and puking it out into the toilet.So I got out of the bath and Dad has made dinner. I ate some chicken and began to choke on it from another coughing fit. I gave up on that whole idea and decided just to take my nyquil and blog. Sooooo if this blog seems poorly written and a little screwed up, it's because my eyes are being pried open with toothpicks.

So... goodnight... blog thingy.