I haven't missed this.

So, I finally got cleared to participate in track again. Needless to say, I wasn't looking forward to this day. Looks like I'm going to be spending the next week and a half too sore to climb into my loft and sleeping on the floor.  And the worst part about collegiate track is the awkward time chunk it takes out of my day to do homework (pshhttt. We all know I don't do homework).  But 4 to (supposed to be) 6 every day is just down-right inconvenient.

Also, when I was in the weight room today, I noticed that I was the only person in there without that y chromosome. I wasn't self-conscious or anything to be in there, but as there were some definite creepers lurking around the decline bench, I was incredibly self-aware. I don't want to attract any molestaches in the weight room. Not my thing. These photogs, however, are magnificent:

It's Beardface!

King Moustache

I haven't missed being drenched in sweat post-workout. Something about a loose, long-sleeved T-shirt clinging to my triceps is rather unappealing. And peeling my drenched elbow sleeve off of my elbow isn't the bee's knees. The stank is also something I haven't missed. Not me, I never stink; but, somehow, I manage to get a whiff of the football players in Fuhrer at the same time as the track team. I don't understand how that happens. Oh yeah, I do. I can't wait for them to leave the field house.

I have, however, missed my javelin shoes from circa 1987. They're so sick. Orange, purple and white- does it get much cooler? If so, I haven't seen it anywhere, and you should point me in that direction. I've also missed my teammates. Not the distance runners, or sprinters, or jumpers, or vaulters, or hurdlers, or multieventers, but the throwers (JKJKJK). Yes, them. I love the throwers. They make me feel better about how I can't run a 200 without passing out. And they're hilarious. I kinda miss being a "real" thrower.