Greensboro Adventures

Dear Wal,

I just had one of the best weekends of my life. It was fun, to say the least, and I completely blew my last time for this course out of the water. It was awesome.
The whole day Friday I was on-edge. I couldn't even recite a line from Doctor Who that I memorized for extra credit in English class (yes, my English teacher lets me use Doctor Who for extra credit). Although, I was somewhat on the spot because I got to school at 9:30. The farrier came that morning. I had to finish cleaning the Pout House. It was a busy morning. Anyway, I didn't have any work to do that day so I just meandered around on Youtube and vaguely tried to help with the yard sale. We're raising money for a camping trip the weekend after next.
Anyway, Coach Peoples finally came with the bus to pick me up, and off we went on a four hour ride to Greensboro. Talk about long and boring. I forgot my Kindle, so I didn't have anything to do. However, I brought all of my various notebooks and pens (I always do, wherever I go-I feel lost if I don't have a notebook with me at all times). I wrote for a while on the latest installment of my Batman fanfiction. It has Batman in it. And the future. And the apocalypse. Oh yes. (My new style of writing for the fanfiction is working. Woot!) However, when you ride on a bus with a bunch of highschoolers for four hours it can get pretty insane. For instance.
A bunch of people started a massage train across two of the seats. Every time someone fell asleep, they inevitably were sat on or poked or something. No one messed with me, because I'm the weirdo who goes to the VEC and never says anything. One of the reasons I don't talk to the people on the team very much is that it's far more amusing to just listen to them. Some of the craziest things happen around the cross country team.
Imagine a bunch of race horses cooped up in a dry lot all day and then set loose in a hotel, and you've got the idea.
When we reached the hotel, we goofed off in the hall for a while and then were chased into a room by Coach Peoples. We started a game of truth or dare (don't worry, the worst dare was that someone had to lick the floor). It was hysterical. I learned that I fail at dares, and I don't have any deep dark secrets to reveal..so I basically just sat there and watched the rest of the team goofing off. We were going to run the course the night before, but it was thundering and pouring down rain. Last year it was an absolute monsoon, during the actual race. It was awful.
The next morning we all piled into the bus again to go to the race, bleary eyed and groggy, and then we ran. It was awesome. It was drizzling, but not so much that you couldn't see where you were going. It was muddy, but it wasn't like running through a lake like it was last year. I didn't PR (get a personal record) but I kept up my time from my last race. I was absolutely covered in mud by the end of it. I think my shoes are going to be wet for the next three days.
Jacob, (the fastest on the team) fell and did something to his leg. No word yet on exactly what he did, but hopefully he'll still be able to run. Eli slid and fell in the mud, but he came out okay even though he was absolutely caked in mud.
Again, we all piled onto the bus. We stopped at a buffet on the way back and ate copious amounts of food. After everyone was fed, we all crashed. Everyone, except me, was stretched across the seats sleeping. The bus was absolutely silent for a few hours at least. I finally succumbed and curled up in my seat and went to sleep. We arrived home dry and safe. My parents came and picked me up, and we went to the Brick for dinner. I had a garlic knot. The buffet still hasn't worn off yet.

/endrant

P.S. In the near future, Jason may finally get a real, complete story. (Don't listen to me. I'm probably lying.)