COLD

My GOD, is it cold. and the sun's out, too.

MAJOR MAJOR windchill issues.

After the mile...

Lisa: *clings to Ashley*
Ashley: *clings to Lisa* Jeff!! Come help us! You have the most warmth!
Us: .... warmth?
Jeff: *grabs the both of them in a bear hug*
Vicky: Ha yeah right. *pokes at Jeff's hand* OMG you ARE warm *clings to hand*
Me: ... *pokepoke* I don't feel anything.
Jeff: ... *pokepoke*
Me: ... *pokepoke* .__. I DON'T feel ANYTHING!
Everyone: .... *pokepokepokeprodprod*
Me: ........ *still can't feel anything*

............ apparently both my arms were completely totally utterly numb-ed. As in-- no sensation at ALL ('side from the cold). And my hands were so frozen I nearly broke a cup when I got home (miracle it survived the fall). This is why you bring sweats to track meets. practice or real.

but. YAY YAY YAY I GOT A 6:39 ON THE MILE~~~~ *rejoices* 'course, I was also a total idiot...

Mr. Jordan: Okay! All 800m runners on the line!
Me: *shiver shiver* Cooooold... bye Ashley, have fun~
Mr. Jordan: Adela! What are you doing? GET ON THE LINE!
Me: Huh? Wait, what?
Ashley: *drags me over*
Me: I'm running the half mile?
Ashley: YES. I TOLD you. shhh don't make Mr. Jordan mad.
Wind: WHOOOoooOOOOoooOOOOoooOOOO
Me: ...... *frozen stiff* *totally unstretched* *hadn't bothered with a proper mile cooldown* crappu.
Whistle: FWEEEEEEEET.

><;;;

PAIN I SAY. PAIN.

1843 edit: ( Our Japanese song-thing )