Busting our...

I've been drifting, for a while now...
Wondering, like... hell, wondering what to do with my life? xD
Sports~A football player, a wrestler, a hurdler with readhead, young, irish coach Barto who works us the hardest, longest out of any of the other coaches. Physically strong, one of the buff-est in my class.
Anita~ s2
School~Working towards that 4.0 GPA. . .
. . .

Wandering.

Blogging suffers... rarely post anything, if I reply at all.

My spirituality suffers... like, I'm. . . not. Something's not working.

Anyways. Enough of that.

Todayyy... is March! March madness, anyone? All that basquetbol and betting... supposedly Obama has a 'bracket'... whatever that means...^^
Says the guy that knows exactly nothing about professional basketball, but only that apparently Kobe Bryant is amazing good, that Seattle lost the Sonics, and betting on basketball is pretty big. And so are basketball jerseys.

Story:
There's this shortish, ridiculously muscles irish, 20-ish, readhead guy that lifts hundreds of pounds and runs heck a fast... a what, 4.5 second 40m dash? Which is almost 10 meters a second? Set some records at Newport years back, 2000-something.
Anyways, we [all the hurdlers] were running stairs, up and down and up and down... when
And after, we were lounging around, panting, at the bottom of the stiarwell in the commons.
Barto teaches seventh grade health classes in Kent full time, and we were all talking about his newest lesson. . .
"Contraception"
And breaking into heaving laughter--didn't help we'd just run 30 minutes roughly, of stairs. With a two minute break in the middle somewhere.
"For some reason, all my kids think using two condoms is better than one"
And got questions like "Could I use a ziplock bag and rubber band?"
"How do you put a condom on?"
And... well...
How about I change topics... try to keep this blog vaguely "G" rated, right? x3

The fastest Freshman on the hurdling team, Collin McDonald, was [according to Barto], jumping! and was too high! over the hurdles. Collin was like "What? But I don't wanna bust my balls!
Some background... Collin's like this pretty short, blonde headed kid with an attitude and a surefire grin. And it sucks to be short when you're doin' high hurdles.
Barto was like..."Oh? Well, what's the actual word for 'balls'?
Collin scratched his head..."What, balls?"
"No! Like, the other name for 'em"
[By now, all like, seven, eight of the hurdlers begin to turn their way, intrested]
"Nuts?"
"No, no. Don't you remember, from health?"
"The scrotum, Collin"
"Oh yeahhh... don't wanna bust my... scrotum...*squints*"
Everyone chuckles.

One last hurdling story.
Louie, as everyone calls him, is one of our best hurdlers. Even so, one day as Barto was using a camcorder to record running form, Louie was preparing... lunged off the block... and immediately, first hurdle, flew over, hooked the hurdle with his foot, and went flying, sprawled across the track in almost slow motion.
... Louie, a bunch of hurdlers, we all ran to watch the video... Barto even rewound it, found the slow motion button, and we laughed harddd... it was amazing. And brightened our running day

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Those are the simple things that make hurdling worth it. Despite the risk of us guys on the team "busting our... uh...
x3