Today was a rather interesting day. It involved too small heels, too much subway, too much mundane talk, too much coach-to-runner drama, and too many donuts (two).
Spent the majority of the day – actually, I should calculate that to see if it’s true, but I’m too tired, so nope – in Lansing for some student journalism conference… the most exciting part was locating the Subway we’d planned to eat lunch at (ERGH ending with a preposition!) and ending up walking an extra 12 blocks because the map we had was poorly drawn and therefore no help whatsoever. That was where my too-small-in-the-toebox-area heels came in… I hadn’t had any problems with them prior to today, so I’m not sure why my toes are still in pain from the walking…
Cross country was our last workout – fairly easy: 400, 4 x 600, 400. One of our varsity girls was having some trouble – she’s been injured for a while now – and our coach completely, utterly lost it and blew a gasket screaming and swearing at her. As our assistant coach said, “Go,” she took off, crying and cussing not-quite under her breath.
Yeah, join cross country, it’s great.
Then came (after band, which isn’t worth mentioning) Academic Awards Night…
Of 262 students, only enough showed up to scantily fill three rows of the auditorium. This is normal. As the VP droned on and on, name after name of sophomores and underachiever (relatively speaking) juniors and seniors, my friend K and I sat in the front row playing I Spy; my other friend P and I critiqued everyone’s outfits. After we’d finished cheering obnoxiously for our friends – in both normal and manly voices – cider and donuts were served (needless to say, the highlight of the evening). We were talking and we realized something very important:
We’d become those obnoxious teenagers who didn’t dress up (I was still in my XC stuff) and who sat up front, talking through the whole thing and generally not caring.
Now that‘s achievement.
In other news, I just wasted ten minutes typing this when I could’ve been sleeping. Damn. Oh well.
In other other news, I think I’m going to take a stab at NaNoWriMo – National Novel Writing Month. The goal: write a novel of 50,000 words/175 pages… in one month (specifically, November). My thinking: XC will be over, and why not take a month of of having a life to crank out an undoubtedly crappy, but nonetheless completed, novel? I have an idea anyway…
In other other other news: