I Hate Rushing
My mom woke me up this morning, but I wasn't sure why because I was so tired. But then when she came in again at 8:40 I realized she was trying to get me to go to school. GAH!!! Out of bed!!! Brush teeth! Oh shit I still need to eat breakfast! AH!! Turns out my mom made me breakfast and lunch, which was really useful. But when I actually get up early I eat a lot more. Not complaining mind you. But I was starving, so I looked into my track bag. Ah...Whoppers. From last night. Well, that'll do. So I'm sitting here munching on whoppers, and listening to....Mr. Supko(sp)...trying to do the morning broadcast and failing. Awfully. It took him like 5x as long as Mrs. Reynolds.
We got second in regionals last night, which is great, but I didn't do anything towards that. So I always feel guilty when someone congratulates me. I didn't want to go up for the picture for the trophy either. Really. What have I done this year. I got injured after like the second meet. I've run one good race all year, and that happened to be a JV race where I got a medal. JV is the important part. Both varsity races I've run I've bombed. Grrr. I hate this season. I will have a better season next year, and I will have a good track season.
So. We're going to states. I really don't want to go to states. My season is done. Coach is trying to keep me motivated by saying theres a chance I'll run. No there isn't. There is a chance someone will break their leg. But really. What are the odds. It's a waste of time for me to go to these meets. What did I do, I took pictures, and I took splits which I deleted. Oh and I got yelled at and forced to clean the bus. I don't know. I guess I just want to end the season and heal and go from there. But I have to go now.


