Track Meet and Weekend.

Yesterday was the annual track meet. I have been rather busy lately as a result of it, but it somehow missed getting posted about. At any rate, I competed in three events: shot put (I did really bad) discus, (really bad) and high jump (first.) I have a sneaking suspicion that my parents are prouder of the medal hanging in my room than I am. I cleared 170 cm, which is roughly a yard and three quarters: I can nearly jump over my best friend. He, however, can chuck a discus about a half again what I can, so fair's fair I guess. That was the first time I had ever won high jump, and since it is my favorite field event, I am rather pleased with myself. At any rate, the meet took from eight in the morning to four in the afternoon. I was fried. I went home, took a shower, and then went to youth group, went home and went to bed. The next thing I knew, I had over slept to my AP chemistry class, I got home, only to have lunch, and this is the first chance to post I have gotten in a while. If this is any indication of what the rest of my weekend is going to look like, I am terrified. Tonight, the youth group is having a progressive dinner, so it does indeed look like it is. At any rate, hectic is good, so I guess I'll have plenty to do...

My Hand

I have ripped up my right hand today. In sixth period today, I had to reduce a dead tree to firewood, and it wasn't just a tree either: it was a thorn tree... At any rate, I had an axe, and I had knocked all or at least most of the trouble branches off, and I was getting into the trunk of the tree. I had hacked at it for a while, but then I got bored of hacking, (partly because I had already acquired a great granddaddy of a blister as well as several minions) and so I attacked it with leverage, trying to pull one end of the trunk up, while keeping the middle down. Fortunately, the trunk was neither very long or very wide, but it was big enough. At any rate, I pulled and pulled, and got thorns in my hands for the effort, before I gave up and my little brother walked over and ripped it apart. All that effort for naught. I was to be had. Latter that afternoon, The entire SIS (my school) track team up and went out to view the stadium that the meet is going to be held in, and to do some practice. The only problem was that I am in high jump, shot put, and discus, and we weren't supposed to throw either shot or discus today in an effort to save the grass, and The high jump pit is rather ungainly, so they didn't bring that either. So I got to soften up the long jump pit which hadn't been used for an entire year by the look of it, and the "sand" had all petrified into some sort of bullet/shovel proof mess. I was given a shovel and was told to attack the pit. I did so, and summarily, I broke the shovel on a rock. It wasn't a small shovel either. It was one of those really "strong" shovels with a five or six centimeter diameter solid wooden handle. Came right apart, after leaving another blister. This was all after I played guitar and discovered a new fascinating noise that you could make with the side of your hand. Sadly, The side of my hand, (my pinkie finger particularly) has a big scab on it now. This sounds like I am simply posting to complain, but really, I think it is hilarious, (though my hand does hurt some), and reducing the tree was fun, as was the guitar... Try to look at this as another episode of a series of unfortunate events: the main thing I am trying to have going is humor. At any rate, prayer would be appreciated...