Well i found out what the meeting is for. Apparently some bottles of piss actually got left behind, i threw most of them out, all the ones i could find, but somehow some got left behind, which is really very strange. Now Jed, Tom and I are suspended from XC for this week, but well do workouts anyway. The bad part is that we now lose the meet against College Park, which means we cant win league and dont get the title, plus we have to write letters to ppl apologizing for what we did. I dont have a problem with this except that it let coach down and that bothers me. It seemed innocent because we didnt even do anything with them, but somehow things will just come back to haunt you no matter how simple and not bad they are. This is the last thing i would have suspected for having go wrong. My sorrow runs deep for something completely retarded. Today i did a fartlek from campo to staging and back, i was blazin fast. Then i did a 3 2 1 up at the track and ran my 100 in 12.16 which is .06 off the school record for the girls 100, not too shabby after about 8 miles of other running at a really fast pace off and on. My ass hurts. Today was strange, strange things happened repeatedly, actually not really, just one big one. I feel bad for what i did while not knowing why it was so bad, but im not gonna bother coach too much about how it wasnt a big deal, hell just think im a little bitch if i do that.

¶ 5:54 PM

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