Weekend, In Review
What a long, wet, strange trip this weekend has been.
Friday afternoon, great weather for our track walk through. Everyone was having a great time not doing anything as the sun was shining, it was great. Well, we were complaining about the anticipated weather for the weekend. Saturday was supposed to rain - a lot - just in time for my first track meet of the season. (Apparently there was a meet earlier, I just didn't want to go to it). But Friday it was nice, and we were going to enjoy it.
Then Friday evening rolled around, and it started raining. After the illusionist it started drizzling on the way back to the room, and yada yada yada, steady rain on the walk to the cafeteria for the training meal.
Warming up for the meet (inside) there was the ominous sounds of pelting rain on the roof of Arnold, calling for us to go outside to be soaked.
And of course, we did just that. Who cares if there was standing water, we were going to have the meet, because we run on an all weather track. (All that means is the track can't be penetrated by anything. It doesn't let the water seep through it, nor does it allow for track spikes to get any traction on it.)
Past the puddles/ponds on the track, and the sheets of water being poured onto us, we shouldn't have run the meet because someone tore their ankle, or something like that. Either way he got hurt real bad because the long jump runway was wet.
So after being soaked to the bone, I headed back to my room (not before winning the triple jump), where I took all my clothes and hung them up to dry on our curtain rod and took a shower. Well, I couldn't take a shower right away because there were some individuals who had worked the meet who were occupying all the showers. Doesn't matter they were in rain gear and hoodies and lots and lots of layers and I was in a speedsuit during the meet, they all had to take showers first.
So finally I took a shower, went to dinner and went over to Mary Green for part of the night. After playing some Hot Shots golf and labeling 163 moles on parts of my body (long story), I went back to my room to sleep for the tournament on Sunday.
Sometime around 1 I finally got to sleep, when I was rudely (and when I say rudely, I mean abruptly, but in a good way.) awakened between 2 and 3. Finally I got back to sleep, and yada yada yada, 6:30 rolled around and it was time to leave. At least my alarm went off and I got up and went to the volleyball tournament, unlike Yanni.
Tournament was decent we played 6 games, I played in all of them, barely. Last one I think I played 6 points out of 50. Not because I suck, well, actually it is. I'm not good enough for the back row, and when I get in the front row the back row sucks and can't keep the serve, so I get taken out again.
We ended up winning 2 and losing 4, just like every other team there, and we missed playoffs by 12 points. 2 more points against each team and we would have made playoffs. Disappointing to say the least.
Long car ride home, and of course, more rain.
Shower, dinner, Sundae Sunday, and back to my room for the rest of the night. In bed by 8 to read some, and like a loser, I fell asleep by 8:30.
And that, friends, is my weekend in 603 words. Slightly less than the number of moles on my body.
Friday afternoon, great weather for our track walk through. Everyone was having a great time not doing anything as the sun was shining, it was great. Well, we were complaining about the anticipated weather for the weekend. Saturday was supposed to rain - a lot - just in time for my first track meet of the season. (Apparently there was a meet earlier, I just didn't want to go to it). But Friday it was nice, and we were going to enjoy it.
Then Friday evening rolled around, and it started raining. After the illusionist it started drizzling on the way back to the room, and yada yada yada, steady rain on the walk to the cafeteria for the training meal.
Warming up for the meet (inside) there was the ominous sounds of pelting rain on the roof of Arnold, calling for us to go outside to be soaked.
And of course, we did just that. Who cares if there was standing water, we were going to have the meet, because we run on an all weather track. (All that means is the track can't be penetrated by anything. It doesn't let the water seep through it, nor does it allow for track spikes to get any traction on it.)
Past the puddles/ponds on the track, and the sheets of water being poured onto us, we shouldn't have run the meet because someone tore their ankle, or something like that. Either way he got hurt real bad because the long jump runway was wet.
So after being soaked to the bone, I headed back to my room (not before winning the triple jump), where I took all my clothes and hung them up to dry on our curtain rod and took a shower. Well, I couldn't take a shower right away because there were some individuals who had worked the meet who were occupying all the showers. Doesn't matter they were in rain gear and hoodies and lots and lots of layers and I was in a speedsuit during the meet, they all had to take showers first.
So finally I took a shower, went to dinner and went over to Mary Green for part of the night. After playing some Hot Shots golf and labeling 163 moles on parts of my body (long story), I went back to my room to sleep for the tournament on Sunday.
Sometime around 1 I finally got to sleep, when I was rudely (and when I say rudely, I mean abruptly, but in a good way.) awakened between 2 and 3. Finally I got back to sleep, and yada yada yada, 6:30 rolled around and it was time to leave. At least my alarm went off and I got up and went to the volleyball tournament, unlike Yanni.
Tournament was decent we played 6 games, I played in all of them, barely. Last one I think I played 6 points out of 50. Not because I suck, well, actually it is. I'm not good enough for the back row, and when I get in the front row the back row sucks and can't keep the serve, so I get taken out again.
We ended up winning 2 and losing 4, just like every other team there, and we missed playoffs by 12 points. 2 more points against each team and we would have made playoffs. Disappointing to say the least.
Long car ride home, and of course, more rain.
Shower, dinner, Sundae Sunday, and back to my room for the rest of the night. In bed by 8 to read some, and like a loser, I fell asleep by 8:30.
And that, friends, is my weekend in 603 words. Slightly less than the number of moles on my body.
posted by Timchula at 10:47
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