Yesterday the UW Oshkosh women's track team had a meet in Illinois. The meet started at 9:30 a.m., which meant we had to leave at 5:15. Ouch. It was a pretty good meet for the team, even though I didn't do as well as I hoped in all my events (high jump, 400m hurdles, and 4x400). I have a couple funny tall stories from the day, though.
First, after my 400 hurdle race, I was in a foul mood. Right after I checked my time, some guy in a red uniform who I'd never seen asked me, "Excuse me, but do you high jump?" Um, okay. Tall girl must be a high jumper. I was crabby but I wasn't going to take it out on this guy. "Yeah I do," I said in a tone I hoped would end the conversation. "What else do you do, pole vault?" Heavy sigh from me, "No, I hurdle. Do you have any more questions?" He says, "Yeah, where are you from?" I replied I was from Oshkosh and mercifully he walked away.
This kind of thing happens occasionally, people just decide to start asking me questions and I don't know what they want. They're usually just curious but it gets to me sometimes.
Was this guy trying to pick me up? Does he walk up to random girls and ask them if they high jump? Probably not. Afterwards, I told my friend when he asked me where I was from I should have answered, "The house of Pain!" and punched him in the face. I always think of good comebacks once it's too late. ;)