Weekend, In Review
Oh where to begin on a weekend where (personal) records were broken? How about Friday? How about Thursday.
After starting to chase the goose around the dorm (figuratively, not literally, that would be animal abuse) Mike Layser pzooom thought it would be a great idea to dye his hair blue. I don't know, crazier things could, and have, been done before. Long story short, everything turned blue that night, mine and Chelsea's hands, the towel, parts of the floor, Mike's chest, ears and parts of his face. Well, everything except his hair. Sure, it was blue for awhile, but then he was to wash his hair, as prescribed by the directions, and it came out. Stupid cheap blue hair dye. Even Wal-Mart didn't have blue hair dye. Guess they take that out after Halloween.
Best thing about that night? In bed by 1. See what happens when antics start early? Still get my beauty sleep. But I did have to get up an hour early, which threw off my entire Friday routine, but I managed as soon as I realized Mike would be going to breakfast with me, blue face and all.
Class. Lunch. Mary Green. Class. Track Practice. Dinner at Chelsea's.
There were 4 people at the house from the track team, but there was enough food to feed the entire track team. Or a really small army. Back here for sleep, yadda yadda yadda, wake up at 6:30 for training meal and meet at Ursinus.
Meet went pretty well, except for the officials who wanted to have a NCAA quality meet. They must have forgotten the schools competing were D-III. It's not like following the rules to a 'T' would make any difference. But hey, that's how they wanted to run it. But that lead to the long jump (mens and womens) going forever.
The officials wanted the jumping events (long and triple) to be done in flights with 3 jumps per jumper with 15 minutes inbetween each one, and the top 8 jumpers advancing to a final for 3 more jumps. By the time the guys and girls were done long jumping they were almost done the events on the track, which lead to this exchange:
Head Meet Official: "We are going to have to change the triple jump up a little bit. Run it like finals, give each jumper 4 jumps, no finals."
Jumping Official: "So we are going to change the way the jumping events are run?"
HMO: "Yeah, I know we aren't supposed to, but they are almost done on the track, so we need to get this done quickly"
This was followed by some more talking between the two, followed by the Head Meet Official walking over to where we were and telling us to put on shrts because it was "against NCAA regulations to be shirtless in the competition area." How is he gonna tell us to follow NCAA rules when he just said he wasn't going to? That's like Wal-Mart trying to tell me to follow immigration laws, it's just not right.
So the girls finish their jumps, and we prepare to start jumping, as the running events are just finishing up. So now we have collected an audience at the jumping pit. Even more pressure I need to put on myself throw in the fact I fouled my third attempt because I lost focus when I actually hit the board, and the last jump was looking to be either really good - or really bad.
Start with the right foot, 9 lefts later I jumped. Jump cycle. Jump hold. Jump hang. Land. Wait for the measurment.
12.31 meters. Translation: 40 feet, 4 and 3/4 inches. The first time I broke 40 feet in the triple, ever, and 8 inches farther than my personal best. But (there is always a but), I am still 20 inches (7 1/4 inches) away from qualifying for MAC's. I finished 6th in the meet, but I still wish I could have done the last two jumps we would have been given if the officials didn't go so damn slow. Hopefully I can qualify for MAC's on Wednesday at our home meet, then I can work towards ECAC qualifying. A free trip to MA, why not?
Hour and a half later, we are back at school, tired and worn out. Shower, change and J&S pizza for dinner. Out with Shook, Myles, Matt and Chelsea to Chad's. On the way back to Funk there was a party being busted, apparently people were underage because they jumped out of a window and headed up the street with an Annville cop hot in pursuit.
Yadda Yadda Yadda, Sunday morning and time for breakfast/lunch/brunch and to start a day where I should do work, but I didn't.
So that's my (extended) weekend in 779 words.
And just a reminder, LVC Invitational Track and Field Meet on Wednesday starting at 3:30.
After starting to chase the goose around the dorm (figuratively, not literally, that would be animal abuse) Mike Layser pzooom thought it would be a great idea to dye his hair blue. I don't know, crazier things could, and have, been done before. Long story short, everything turned blue that night, mine and Chelsea's hands, the towel, parts of the floor, Mike's chest, ears and parts of his face. Well, everything except his hair. Sure, it was blue for awhile, but then he was to wash his hair, as prescribed by the directions, and it came out. Stupid cheap blue hair dye. Even Wal-Mart didn't have blue hair dye. Guess they take that out after Halloween.
Best thing about that night? In bed by 1. See what happens when antics start early? Still get my beauty sleep. But I did have to get up an hour early, which threw off my entire Friday routine, but I managed as soon as I realized Mike would be going to breakfast with me, blue face and all.
Class. Lunch. Mary Green. Class. Track Practice. Dinner at Chelsea's.
There were 4 people at the house from the track team, but there was enough food to feed the entire track team. Or a really small army. Back here for sleep, yadda yadda yadda, wake up at 6:30 for training meal and meet at Ursinus.
Meet went pretty well, except for the officials who wanted to have a NCAA quality meet. They must have forgotten the schools competing were D-III. It's not like following the rules to a 'T' would make any difference. But hey, that's how they wanted to run it. But that lead to the long jump (mens and womens) going forever.
The officials wanted the jumping events (long and triple) to be done in flights with 3 jumps per jumper with 15 minutes inbetween each one, and the top 8 jumpers advancing to a final for 3 more jumps. By the time the guys and girls were done long jumping they were almost done the events on the track, which lead to this exchange:
Head Meet Official: "We are going to have to change the triple jump up a little bit. Run it like finals, give each jumper 4 jumps, no finals."
Jumping Official: "So we are going to change the way the jumping events are run?"
HMO: "Yeah, I know we aren't supposed to, but they are almost done on the track, so we need to get this done quickly"
This was followed by some more talking between the two, followed by the Head Meet Official walking over to where we were and telling us to put on shrts because it was "against NCAA regulations to be shirtless in the competition area." How is he gonna tell us to follow NCAA rules when he just said he wasn't going to? That's like Wal-Mart trying to tell me to follow immigration laws, it's just not right.
So the girls finish their jumps, and we prepare to start jumping, as the running events are just finishing up. So now we have collected an audience at the jumping pit. Even more pressure I need to put on myself throw in the fact I fouled my third attempt because I lost focus when I actually hit the board, and the last jump was looking to be either really good - or really bad.
Start with the right foot, 9 lefts later I jumped. Jump cycle. Jump hold. Jump hang. Land. Wait for the measurment.
12.31 meters. Translation: 40 feet, 4 and 3/4 inches. The first time I broke 40 feet in the triple, ever, and 8 inches farther than my personal best. But (there is always a but), I am still 20 inches (7 1/4 inches) away from qualifying for MAC's. I finished 6th in the meet, but I still wish I could have done the last two jumps we would have been given if the officials didn't go so damn slow. Hopefully I can qualify for MAC's on Wednesday at our home meet, then I can work towards ECAC qualifying. A free trip to MA, why not?
Hour and a half later, we are back at school, tired and worn out. Shower, change and J&S pizza for dinner. Out with Shook, Myles, Matt and Chelsea to Chad's. On the way back to Funk there was a party being busted, apparently people were underage because they jumped out of a window and headed up the street with an Annville cop hot in pursuit.
Yadda Yadda Yadda, Sunday morning and time for breakfast/lunch/brunch and to start a day where I should do work, but I didn't.
So that's my (extended) weekend in 779 words.
And just a reminder, LVC Invitational Track and Field Meet on Wednesday starting at 3:30.
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