Infinity swim meets

Remember when I said that swim meets are the most boring things in  the world? Well, they still are and because I'm part of the swim team, I have had two meets in the last week and I'm going to have many more in the future. Luckily this time I was prepared! I had my music and some food and a bunch of good friends all over the place. So they could have been much, much worse than they were. I'm only going to talk about the Thursday one though because it was much funner.

My music plays loudly over the volume of the bus. I lay down on the seat and brace my leg on the support of the seat in front of me. My bag is a pillow and I sink slowly into it. I close my eyes. Almost totally comfortable.
*poke*
I open my eyes lethargically and look around. Nobody's there.
I close them again.
*poke*poke*
I sit up rapidly and catch Jenny turning mischievously back into her seat in front of me. She and some of her friends snicker. I close my eyes again and immediately bombarded by pokes all over my face and chest. I've always been good at ignoring things like this and I proceed to silently take the fingers jabbing at my face. The jabs subside and just after I relax a moment a single hair is gently run over my face. I can ignore most things but I am very, very, ticklish. I wrinkle my nose and blow at the hair but it continues to run all over my face. After a few minutes of this it stops and right before I get comfortable again my legs are thrown from the seat and Jenny sits directly where they previously lay. I sit up and give her a look of distaste. Like a pack of wolves her friends have surrounded me on all sides and for the rest of the ride there I am mentally torn to shreds by their harassment.

Jenny. I've known her for a while and I've never met her quite as crazy as she was on that car ride. She's a fairly tall girl and she's always been nice. Her pack of wolves consisted of Skittles at first but then a girl named Abby got bored and appeared from nowhere. I'm not sure if she was on medication or something but she was on a role. Stealing all my stuff, trying to make the situation awkward, etc. It didn't bother me that bad because girls will be crazy if they want to and who am I to stop them? Let them have their crazy fun, because in the future, I'm the one they'll remember. 

I barely managed to escape from their wicked grasp by sprinting quickly into the men's locker room. I was a little agitated after that fun ride.

Warming up at swim meet is very difficult. You must not only consider the speed of everyone in the lane but also consider your position and when you choose to enter the pool. I was already a little angry when I got in but what made it worse was probably because nobody else really felt like swimming. I came to every wall and there was a nice long line of people waiting patiently for their turn. I dealt with it for about fifty yards and then I went berserk. Every once in a while I can just go crazy at swim practice, or, in this case, a meet.  I get so angry with everything that piles up around and on top of me that I just lose it a little and go crazy. I pass everybody I can see and I never say anything. I came off every wall barely avoiding kicking someone in the stomach or coming up directly beneath someone. I could tell that everybody in the lane became a little fearful of me because suddenly I would come into the wall and the person who was about to push off would abruptly stop and press against the side of the lane. After a few minutes of my crazy aggressive swimming I came to every wall and nobody was there. I hopped out of the pool and looked at my lane momentarily. Coach P passed by with the snide comment "The pool's right there." My stare bore into the back of his nearly bald head as he walked away. I'll tell you where the pool's gonna be! I thought to myself.

After the meet started, I waited another hour for my event. I did pretty good considering I hadn't swam that event in half a year. I began feeling a headache develop and I sighed in frustration. I had this exact headache in the meet on Tuesday and it was blindingly painful. Since I was better prepared this time then I was Tuesday I managed to keep the ache in check and slowly I began to loosen up. I started becoming bored and I felt like brightening the mood. I started to dance. Yes, I was dancing on deck. I danced on the far end. I danced on the near end. I danced everywhere I went. Everybody seemed tense and I needed a good dance. Previous to my next event and began bouncing up and down and spinning in circles. I raised my hands and shook my booty. I faced toward the pool and saw my friends on the side laughing. I came off the wall and suddenly realized my mistake, I had danced myself out. I was actually tired from the dancing. Maybe next time I'll relax a little I thought to myself. For the rest of the meet I danced, screamed, and ran all over the pool spreading my new good mood. On my final individual event I again began my jig and when I scanned the sides of the pool (while still dancing) I saw Jake leading a troup of others in my dance routine. I laughed and was happy for the rest of my race. That sentence sounded like something from the Bible.

The meet lasted an unholy amount longer than it should have but I was happy. I was much more involved in Jenny's attempts to make me pay attention to her. We laughed and Skittles took my place as the uninvolved sleepy one. We poked at her face and it was pretty fun. I think I'm warming up to the idea of having two swim meets a week. All you need is a little spring in your step.