The Life of a Trackstar

No, Not Usain Bolt. Me. Today at track practice Coach Hendrix, the one that told me my blog sucks, brought his three daughters to practice. The oldest daughter is probably 5 or 6, so they're all young, but they aren't the least bit quiet. One time i remember the oldest daughter, Sarah, running up to Tripp Speaks in Chili's one night screaming "you need a haircut!" With a knife in her hand.

At the beginning of practice we were all throwing disc while the girls sat there watching. By the end of practice Thomas Jordan and I were rolling them all around in their wagon. Pretty eventful practice I'd say.

Callie goes on Spring break this weekend, and I'm kinda amp. Its gonna be a sucky Spring break though, I mean, February? Oh well, bring me a dew slushy and I'll pay for lunch at Haile Street.

But many who are first will be last; and the last, first. Matthew 19:30