So happy that I gave up a day of my vacation for track, meaning rejecting plans for today, going to bed before 11 the night before, waking up at a decent hour of 9, eating pasta for lunch, eat nothing past 1, get on the stupid bus, drive all the way to the meet, to find out… im not freaking entered in a race. Thanks coach Whyne, you are never recruiting me for winter now.
When your phone breaks
