Pancakes, Nighthawk, and The Never Ending Mudhole

It's hard not to say that today had to have been one of the best Saturdays of my school year so far. I mean, when you get to spend the whole day with people you spend...well, almost every day with, it never really gets old. There's always some new thing that goes on.
When we arrived at Myers this morning, I just felt disaster in my bones. There was a quake of some sort of horrific hill training throughout my body. But I was very pleasantly surprised. Running the course today was probably one of the most fun things ever. I love feeling like some sort of land-surveyer, trekking this way and that, examining every little thing on the path that we've decided to take. Although, today our trail was actually marked. We were checking out the specs for any last minute notes. Districts are in a few days. I'm not quite ready. But then again, I am. It makes absolutely no sense. But you get the gist.
Shoes. Socks. Sweatpants. All soaked, saturated, and soiled. I cannot describe the nasty feeling of gushing water and mud from the meshing on your running shoe uppers. Almost everywhere on that map should of been circled, squgglied, or marked. That mud was everywhere. That sucking, clicking kind of mud. The kind that eats your shoes. The kind I'm sure would growl at you if it wasn't inanimate. [Does that not sound frightening all of the sudden?]
But it's what we live for. Another reason why my five year love affair with running has caused me to fall so heavily for it; I just can't get away from the way it makes me feel.
Ihop, oh dear God, Ihop. It's one resturant we all can agree on. New York Cheesecake pancakes, crispy hash browns, and Tabasco covered scrambled eggs. How does that not sound delectible? We failed at taking some pictures, and stealing hats, and seperating tickets on the check. But remember, reader, who I'm writing about. The Liberty Cross Country program. We're a little crazy. But any other way, and it would be no fun.
I also had the opportunity of riding around in Danielle's [name sounds familiar, don't it?] Jeep all morning long. And I have to say we'd make a hilarious pair of road-tripping kids if we ever had to. Just imagine two jittery, frazzled girls with a map and a shifty trying to make it to some sort of destination. That would be us. Oh, the hilarity.
But I digress.
We made a short stop to the nearest toysrus to pickup a Raggedy Ann doll for one of Danielle's friends before making it in one piece to the Satrio manor, where we made some pretty amazing district tees. My name: Nighthawk. Amazing, thank you. I know. I love it.
No, but in all seriousness, those t-shirts were awesome! And we had a great time making them. Semi-losing Bevo [the dog], watching football, nicknames, pizza, and prefering it on the floor.
Let me also note that the last sentence just read pretty much sums up our season. Insanely entertaining, amazing, and a little crazy.

Now, let me explain, that it is now one-eleven am on Sunday morning. I'm feeling crazed and tired, so this post may make no sense at all. I may just be running my mouth about the day's events. But, isn't that what this blogging thing is all about? It's the Godzilla form of Twitter, only more like narritive style for me.
By the way...I don't use Twitter.
I do not tweet ;]
But for those who do. Keep tweet'n on.
Wow. I'm so tired, I went on a tangent about Twitter.
I'm going to bed now. Going to dream about the possibilities of what my life could truly mean. I've already found my purpose, so now I must dream about whatever could happen. And from what I've seen lately, life can only go up from here.
Not that it's not amazing already.
Because I don't think I'd have this living any other way.
But we'll save that for another post.

Goodnight everyone,
I'm falling asleep in a bundle of blankets and George Strait.