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!