Sara had a 3 day district track meet. She was doing the 1 1/2 mile and the mile. Thursday on the 1 1/2, she came in 4th out of 30.
This is a picture of her blowing past another team to the finish line. She ran great.
On the mile, their fastest runner found out that her torn hamstring was NOT healed and hobbled across the finish line to be taken to the field house for medical attention. Sara got her foot stomped by a runner as they took off. Most of the girls wear "spike" shoes and it really hurt, so she also hobbled across the finish line in 7th place....poor girl.
They had entirely too many girls squeezed at the starting line and on both runs, they had to restart because a girl went down. I also noticed that there was a lot of pushing during this meet....the pressure of being best in district.
The 8th graders boys and girls came in first. The 7th grade girls came in 5th~~~~and Sara was upset because and also felt the upset from her coaches.....pressure from everywhere.
I hope Jeff was finished with her sandwich before Puff decided to jump up and clean the plate!
Sara to Jr. National Honor Society. There were so many kids, both 8th and 7th grade. I found I had to teach Sara how to shake hands. It was very funny~first she did not know what hand to use. Then, when she shook my hand, it looked more like a bird trying to fly, and I finally said to let go of my hand at some point......we laughed so much. In the end, the correct hand was used, she did not look like she was trying to fly, and it did not last 30 seconds. She was nervous, but it was beautiful.
This is a picture of her blowing past another team to the finish line. She ran great.
On the mile, their fastest runner found out that her torn hamstring was NOT healed and hobbled across the finish line to be taken to the field house for medical attention. Sara got her foot stomped by a runner as they took off. Most of the girls wear "spike" shoes and it really hurt, so she also hobbled across the finish line in 7th place....poor girl. 
We had our annual easter egg hunt. Since all of the kids but ours are in or finished with college, there is more cash in the eggs than candy. Niece Angie got the most this year and Marc got the least....better luck next year! Note the ice chest on the chair....we have to create artificial places to hide the eggs. Since Marc is 6"++, we actually had one thrown up into a huge tree....of course he just jumped and got it!
