My Labor Day Weekend

Dear Wal,

It sucked in some ways and was awesome in others. For instance, some madman scheduled a meet in Spartenburge on a day when it was about 90 degrees at ten in the morning. My race happened to start at ten. The rest of the team was fine, because they live down in the 'flatlands' of the county where it's always hot. However, I live up in the mountains where it's usually about ten degrees cooler and a few thousand feet higher. I never do well in hot weather, doesn't matter where or when or what I'm doing.
Running in 90 degree weather was not fun.
I drank about five bottles of water, but that didn't help me much because it was just so hot. My body just gave up. I walked about a mile in the middle of the race. I wasn't going to be the person who threw up at the finish line from the heat. I'm not an idiot. After about a mile, I knew I wasn't going to even be able to keep up my normal pace. My muscles were not working out all the little stiff places and twinges I always get in the first half mile, and I felt like I was being baked alive in the sun.
When I finally got back (that had to be the longest race I've ever run in my entire life) Coach Peoples poured water over me and felt my forehead. I was seriously out of it. I just crashed next to the case of water for twenty minutes or so after I finished running. It would have been better if I had been able to run the course at full speed, but I just couldn't. This is me we're talking about, The One Who Never Stops Running. I may go really slow, but I don't stop jogging for anything. If I start walking, I stay that way, so I've learned to just keep going.
After the race was over we went to Olive Garden, which was nice because you can order lots of food, including a giant salad. Watson frequently accuses me of being a rabbit. I like salad, what can I say? Back to the story. My parents and I were amazed about Spartenburge, because you can find anything and there are so many options. There's a mall. There isn't even a mall in the town that counts as a 'city' compared to the town I live in. There's also a comic book store. We went there. I think I got about $25 worth of comics: Stormwatch #1-6, Earth 2 #1-2 and Smallville Season 11 #1. Yes, I got season eleven and I haven't seen season ten yet. It's not that big of a deal. Smallville is pretty predictable. There were very few things that surprised me in seasons one through nine.
After that we went to the mall, and my father sent me on a mission to get jelly beans. I got said jelly beans, but found myself abandoned in the middle of a strange mall. I knew they were going to be in Dillards, so I went and sat on a bench in front of Dillards and watched people walk around. I must've been a sight, in my warm up running clothes and with a bag of jelly beans and a Stormwatch comic book. My mother eventually came out and rescued me. When we got into Dillards, I discovered that my parents had bought an entire set of dishes and silverware. Sigh.
On Sunday, I cleaned the house. A lot. I re-arranged my room and cleaned out my closet, which took almost all day, and then realized that I didn't have my history book. And that meant that I couldn't do the assignments that were due that night. So, in a panic, I called Watson and we converged at McDonalds to study for history. We got everything done in two hours, like a boss.
Monday comes around, and I'm finally looking forward to getting the opportunity to relax. We took Watson home and then went over to Transitions so I could ride in the arena, just to practice. I ended up being out there for three hours, doing nothing but riding. I was very hungry by the end of it. I could've eaten a horse. (Ha..haha...see what I did there..)

/endrant