Blechh...

I was hoping to wake up yesterday morning in a good mood and ready to go, but no. I woke up with a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I had a track meet too, so I was only hoping for the best. I don’t know if it was nerves or if I was just sick, but it was not fun.

Throughout the day I was feeling good, than bad and when the track meet finally came…worse. I went down to the field to warm up for my event and I could feel myself getting hot.

I kept wondering how in the world I was going to run my 800 without regurgitating my nonexistent breakfast. I tried to brush it off, telling myself it was just my nerves, but that didn’t work out too well.

I went up to the stands after the announcer called down the event I was running and told Burns that I had gotten sick. She found a quick replacement for me and I sat down watching my Distance Medley team kick ass.

They finished first in their heat, all thanks to the replacement 800 runner who ran 18 seconds faster than my time. I might want to watch my back or else she might be the permanent replacement runner for me.