Wizards in Winter

So yesterday I had a track meet. It went pretty well, I suppose. I was entered in the Triple Jump by my coach for some bizarre reason. He wanted me to try it out (despite the fact that it was the 2nd to last meet, the last one being next Wednesday and I'd never done the TJ before). So yeah, I tried it and failed. It wasn't too horribly bad, although I did fall hard on my last attempt and skin both knees (my left knee is still in repair).

So I didn't do as well as I'd wanted to in the Long Jump (which is something I actually know how to do) but that's okay. Life goes on, I haven't had any real LJ practice since the runway to the Long Jump pit still hasn't been bonded down. So we can't use it. And now for the highlight of my meet...

I came in 1st place in my heat of the 55m Dash. Hooray!! (dances around). So yeah. I'm proud of that. The last time I came in first place (at the meet before this one), there were only two of us in the heat. Me and another girl. In this heat, there were three others. So I'm happy that I won. I'm going to keep working hard. I still don't really like running track but I've come up with a reason to keep going.

I was on Facebook (ages ago being unproductive, as usual) and I was looking through the pictures of a group that I'm in called 'I can't...I have Track'. So I found this one really cool picture of someone's ankle and on it there's a tattoo of a wing (one on each ankle actually) like the wings that the Greek messenger Hermes has on his ankles.
I've decided to earn those for myself. I'm going to work hard enough so that I can wear those wings with pride. That sounds so cheesy. But yeah. So that's my reason to do my best in running track, so I can earn those wings. =D