Cross Country Training

I'm not certain as to whether people are actually still checking up on our little blogger community, but I'm posting nonetheless.
Well, to be completely truthful, I'm just bored--and at the Tzu Chi office, where my mom (and a bunch of other people all wearing navy blue) and talking about...stuff. Dunno, don't particularly care.
Ugh.
Anyways, I suppose I'll just talk about the random, not-very-interesting morning I had.
Let's think about how to sum it all up...
Hrmm...

IT WAS PAINFUL.
Really, really, reallyreallyreallyreally painful.
Yepyep.
I suck at life, don't I?
Just thinking about the morning gives me pitiful spasms.
Seriously.
O-M-doubleR-OW.
Say that to the Tigger spelling 8D
Err...back to important things. Or, rather, what I was talking about before.

This morning, I went to the first Cross Country practice of my life! It's too bad that I've signed up and 'have an obligation' to keep on going, because it convinced me that I should live a stationary life in front of my computer. I never want to see dirt again. Or cement. Or grass. Or trees.
I'm signing off nature.
How on earth am I, a fat lazy person who doesn't excersize ever, supposed to be able to run multiple miles in 30 minutes?
Yes, I know, I know.
Doesn't sound like much, does it?
Yeah, it isn't much.
But that's probably because you're a healthy person who isn't a computer potato.
Yeah, laugh all you want.
Shut up.
I fail.
My legs hurt -.-;
I'm a short distance sprinter, not a...let's-get-mud-everywhere person. I am totally coated! Was, I mean. I'm clean now. No thanks to my mom, who didn't even give me time to shower before dragging me off to 'demonstrate eating' in front of little kids. Psh.
Anywhoo, I should stop talking about whatever random crap pops into my head and be more, um, elaborate about my stupid, painful, muddy experience. Not that you really care, but it makes me feel better. Hahah.

My legs are jello-esque right now...it's rather uncomfortable, if you've ever experienced it...
They burned when I was running (I'm sure you guys all know this feeling from the mile run). I feel so...slacker-ish, however, because most of the other people could keep running without pause. I is slacker, and proud. Well, not really. But I'm working on it.
...
Still hurts.
Well, to be very, very specific, it doesn't hurt right now. I feel...numb. Like a bad sort of numb--you know the type when your nerves decided to commit suicide to escape from the hell you put them through? Yeahh.

Did I mention it was raining?
Yes. It was.
A little drizzle, but still raining.
I, with terrible judgement, decided to take off my waterproof coat because I was warm.
Sad, sad.
It rained, it was muddy, tree leaves were sticking out into the trail at very low angles, I was too fat to run properly, my legs burned, dirt had seeped into my right shoe and there were bits of gravel in my left.
Joy.
Bloody, bloody joy.

Guess what?
I get to do this again tomorrow!
Except instead of Island Crest Park (which was somewhat acceptable--the coach couldn't see if you were running or not heheh) we're running on Tiger Mountain.
Can you imagine?
She said we're running all the way to the top.
All. The. Bloody. Way.
I'm dying, just thinking about it.
In pain already.
Not to mention I'll be sore like...and old person (wow, lame analogy) tomorrow.
Ow.
And then, you can't forget the way back down!
And the bloody 'warm downs', which resemble sprints.
And doing 50 push-ups, which was supposed to 'help you run faster'.
Ow.
Did I mention that I can't really do push ups?
I did about ten, and collapsed.
Well, not really.
We were outside, so I just kind of held it.
And pretended to be examining my shoe.
Lame, yeah.
But hey, what's a girl to do?
-shifty eyes-

Alright, I'm pretty much done with my rant.
Congratulations if you made it all the bloody way through.
Especially if any of you actually look at my blog at all, considering I haven't posted in...well, let's just say a long time.
Thanks for reading, and leave a comment if you've got time.
Whoo!

P.S. You know what's really lame? I don't know my school mascot. I don't know my schedule. I don't know what classes I have. I don't know if I'm even registered at all (wouldn't that be sad, if I wasn't on their roster?).
Yeahh. Toodles!