Race from H-E- Double Hockey Sticks

Today I had the race from H-E-Double Hockey Sticks today. The 800 was not bad. I set a PR and school record. I was very pleased with the way I ran. Now, onto the terrible part. So when I showed up, the coach hosting the meet told me I had a while until the 800 and then the 3200 would be a few events later. Yeah, so the 800 was right on. Things were SNAFU cuz I warmed up too soon, but that's to be expected. Its a track meet. Then things went TARFU, when I ran my butt off and saw I couldn't really cool down. FUBAR happened when I held up the 3200 because I was still cooling down. I had 5 minutes between races, no joke. That was insane. I won both race, but it was a devil of a 3200. I've come to realize that global warming isn't melting the ice caps, those ice caps have just relocated onto my truck's windshield every dagum morning. It seriously took me 1o minutes to remove the frost from my windshield on Tuesday morning. I need to build a garage. I also so something funny this week. Our current lives are geared around immediate gratification that I literally watched someone sit and stare at their cell phone for at least half an hour because they weren't receiving a text message fast enough. Why do we obsess over something as small as not having someone send a text within 5 minutes of sending it? Are we so conceded that we think the world revolves around us? I just find it hard to believe that we are that self centered. Get a life, go out into nature every once in a while and see what lies beyond our technological world. I would love to see what would happen to some people if the world's technology failed for just one day. I think some people would literally die. So on a corny yet funny note, baby this ain't a beer belly, its the fuel tank for the love machine. Superman Out!

Bittersweet Weekend

On Friday, I saw an omen. I ran within a foot of a skunk and it didn't spray me. That basically summed up my weekend. (By the way, I was at Meeks Park when I flew past my smelly friend.) The weekend started off humorously with the skunk. The small little feller waddling through the park. Then came the GAC Invitational. It was a blast. I had fun at some parts, but cringed at other. For instance, the 1600m race, I lost. I didn't get beat, I lost it. I made a tactical mistake which allowed me to finish 2nd, less than one second behind the leader. My old coach told me some firm tips, thankfully, and sent me on my way. Then I hung out in the sun and got my skin to a wonderful medium well color. Boy did it hurt on Sunday. Then came the 800m, my baby. For those of you who don't know, the 800m is my money race. I charged out there and took command from the beginning. I got seeded first, which I hate, but it was the correct choice since I won. It was nice to be able to apply a lesson directly after it was shoved down my throat due to stupidity. So all 'n all, Union County scored 18 points. I set a personal record, school record, and a firm foundation for my season. I'm very proud of that. How about March Madness. Did anyone see Davidson going so strong? I'm picking UCLA to win. Not that I want them to win, but their defense is too strong to get beat. Stupid west coast teams. I'm still cheering for Tennessee. So the weekend was short and uneventful. Waiting on spring break. Easter feels too early. Here it is the day after Easter and we got pounded by snow. I better get used to that though, up north its normal for that to happen. It appears I'm too tired for humor, so there. I just thought I'd through this out there. Oh, and if you don't like the "Superman" nickname, get over it. Go talk to Coach West about it. This is a way of getting back at someone who starts a joke. Here's the origin: Back last XC season, Coach West thought he'd be funny and call me Superman after I "struck the pose" during a morning announcement interview after my race. Accidentally, I put my hands on my hips and stood up straight like the late Christopher Reeves. Well, to get back at the funny Coach, I ran with the joke. I took pride in my new nickname. Then, everyone else kinda picked up on it too and that's how it got to today. Nice little story ain't it? So now when you hear Superman, think of it as a joke; you'll like it a lot more. So in honor of my nickname: Girl, your beauty is like kryptonite, it makes me weak. Superman out!

rain, rain, go away, come again another bleeping day

we were once in a drought. can you believe that? now rain comes down every time i want to run a stinking race. at some point in time the ground was as hard as concrete because there was such little water in it. now the rivers threaten to flood every time a drop of rain hits the ground, which is quite often. it seems that i plan to run an important race and then thunderstorms bear down on our state. on friday and saturday tornadoes come and keep me from even coming home. then yesterday, when i was going to run at hayesville, rain poured down from the sky again. why couldn't the rain have come hours earlier so i could've run? it makes no sense. mother nature is out to get me in and every way she can. unfortunately i cannot retaliate against her, she is too great. how can a man like me take on mother nature? i don't think i could shoot her. stupid weather. its so frustrating. on a lighter note, i need to get a library card because i'm checking you out. superman out!

Dancing in Spanish

I don't understand why our Spanish 3 skit must require me, a white runner from the mountains, to dance? It baffles me. I have humiliated myself numerous times, but hey, we had some good laughs. Specifically, I don't understand that when dancing, my partner and I must be close; Pesti thoughtfully told me to bend, as in lean over my partner. I, on the other hand, decided bend at the waist and stick my tiny running butt into the wind. My bad! Did I mention I dance like a 2x4? This over course sparked laughter, my gut seriously hurt from it. So after yesterday's...humor, Pesti got the pro: Mr. Donahue. For those who know Donahue, he's a great guy, but my science teacher. Do you understand where I'm getting at? The man showed me how to dance. AWKWARD! Not a pleasant experience. I really enjoy his class, but ballroom style dancing? NOT my forte. After a while I got the hang of it. I can now rumba and waltz, well I at least know the footsteps. So then I got the beautiful Ashely Murray to join me because I needed to dance with a woman; not alone next to my physics teacher. Boy was that an experience. Two ignorant dancers attempting to follow a complex and emotional dance...BAD IDEA. So we fought through it. We conquered some bad footwork, but I can now ballroom dance...kinda. So here I come ladies, you better watch out. I can now cut some rug, elegantly and romantically. Oh, yeah. So, do you believe in love at first sight, or do I need to walk by again?

Something new, differnt, and strange

today was an interesting day in union county high school. i believe it was the first day i have had my entire senior year where i didn't have the urge to catch up on sleep. after a night of the Krieger diet, i finally was able to confidently turn in my perspective masterpiece. i felt as if i was ripping the appendages off a baby. it hurt that bad. i also determined that this whole "observing" thing is a joke. how in the world is someone supposed to sit in a class for roughly ten minutes and fully understand how the teacher presents material for a third of their class. bureaucrats, what the hell is wrong with them? i found an interesting current event today also. well, its kinda current, but every single reporter is all over this story: Governor Spitzer's sex scandal. what is it with american politicians and not being able to keep their sexual desires under control! especially since spitzer was such a die hard prosecutor back in the day. i love how jay leno put it, "spizter brought prostitution to its knees one girl at a time." as in every case with hypocrites, i believe public humiliation is a fair treatment. stick to your word or disappear! wow, i think i'm a little overly emotional. on a lighter note, i forgot to tell krieger that i dreamed of In Cold Blood the other night. it freaked me out! it was one of my first dreams where i actually woke up rapidly breathing. it was just as the story went in the novel with two guys running around killing people, except i tried to stop them and couldn't. bad dream. i don't know if that means i loved the book or now i'm becoming mentally unstable due to the story. i loved ICB. great book. here i've decided to leave my blogs with a fun little pick up line my dorky self loves: I was so enchanted by your beauty that I ran into that wall over there. So I am going to need your name and number for insurance purposes. Superman out!