it's amazing how thug i am and that's Bri Rodriguez #photobomb
PR'd in triple this weekend at my track meet at Central. woot woot! finally beat my high school record from Sophomore year. it's been a three year struggle to finally do it officially! (i've done it soooo many times in practice) but it's officially written in the books. 36.8 it's i nice even number, kinda small though... and no where near where it's gonna be this time next year, but i'm happy to finally be out of the rut. now imma go get me some big numbers and scare some girls at outdoors! rawr.
so it's spring break and instead of being at a beach or somewhere awesome, i'm here in the dirty T and i'm bored. sooooooo bored. i go to practice. i come home. i watch TV and i eat, then i go to bed. it has reeeally sucked. wish i could've gone home. but noooooo. we had to practice. the most fun i've had this week was when this kid on my track team called me up last night and said if i came over and helped him clean his house he'd buy me icecream. i got some ice cream. woo! oh and i read a whole book in one sitting. (stayed up til 3)
my roommates are all in Cali right now at a tennis tournament and i'm stuck here! alone! being alone is only fun for so long and then it gets really old. also. i wanna go and lay out by the pool but i don't wanna go alone cuz then i look like a great, big LAME-O, who has no friends and i'm afraid of the people who might be over there. they probably have alcohol and annoying music. so i don't really want to go over there anyway, i suppose.. so i'm having a pity party about being alone and pale. i miss the old days when i spent everyday of SB at Tay's house drinking smoothies and drenching myself in tanning oil because we were having a "who can be the most tan by the end of the week" contest with boys at school. boohoo.
i own who i am. i'm proud to be a goofball. i'm fine when people call me weird and awkward. i like it. i entertain myself all day long. i'm my own biggest fan. (as well as my biggest critic, but nobody wants to know about my personal issues. do they?)
ALSO. i own and LOVE my big, bodacious booty it makes me who i am. (i have a funny-ish LONG story.)
so yesterday we had team pictures. and i was sitting outside with Kami and we were just waiting and talkin when Chad walks up. He starts some small talk and then randomly asks me if i'm going to wear the shorts for the team picture.
SIDENOTE! our team uniforms consist of a typical razorback top and teeny tiny booty hugging spanx. again. like i said. i have a BIG. BODACIOUS. ROUND. Backside. like my nickname was Big Booty Judy in high school. and everyone aweomes "i like bug butts" is my anthem. yea. no. also.
it's massive y'all. not jiggly. or gross. but HEEE-YOUUU-JUH. genetics is a beast.
back to the story. as i always say when chad makes this joke (yes it's a joke, because he asks me all the time and he knows the answer.) NO! i won't. because ain't nobody can be handlin my J-Lo booty in teeny tiny spandex. sorry. maybe if i lost 15 pounds it would shrink a bit. but until then. it's a no. then i went on a mini tirade (half jokingly) of how my legs and butt are never gonna look like all the other girls'. i'm not built like that. it's really not possible. even at my skinniest i had the looks of a body builder. it's who i am. and Chad goes. "don't worry marls. we like who you are" that made me happier cuz i was on the verge of being pissed. but then my assistant coach, burke, says something along the lines of "none of the guys would be happy if they didn't have that to look at." then i was flustered and i play hit him and chad. and chad starts going on about nationals. basically he said that at nationals while i was jumping (i wear capri/knee length spandex when i compete) he saw herds of males walking by that would stop mid conversation to to stare. or the guys that were doing drills would just stop and gawk. (i wish he was exaggerating, but chad doesn't make stuff up)
insert song : "all i want fo my birfday is a big booty hoe" (cover eyes, shakes head)
i was dumbfounded.. like are you serious? i seriously never notice that. i'm so oblivious and i am. i'm so oblivious to the attention that my butt brings. like she's havin a party back there and i'm just living my own life... chad asked if i remembered when he turned me away from the crowd to talk to me. and i said yeaaa. and he goes. "yep that's so the boys could focus and get back to work." again. face in palm.
i don't believe this.
as you may or may not know. i found myself in Lubbock, Texas last weekend. that place is wicked awesome. i might someday find myself in a hick town in texas y'all. you never know.
PHOTO DROP!
don't hate, the sun looked like a giant tomato and i was unable to capture it's beauty. but this did look sorta cool..
duck face. and soooo happy to be off that wretched bus. 13 hours is waaay too long!
this is Kami Humphrey, she's a heptathlete, and on my team. we were roommates. we may or
may not have gotten to be best buddies on that trip. love her.
the wretched bus.
texas tech has the sickest stadium.
also. these are the jumper boys. we all qualified for nationals.
Khalil, Jarell, ME, Deante, and Eddie.
for some reason everyone besides deante and i thought they had to look tuff. #lame
this is the stadium. it was basically this big circus tent..
Lindsay Pew (toro throwback)
i look exhausted. yikes.
they be thuggin..
sometimes this happens. i choose to embrace the person i am..
very excited.
they barged in our hotel room dressed like this.. they had finished competing that night and decided to have some fun.. i guess it was an attempted "strip tease" i took other pictures..
not exactly PG.. they're goofs. i love them for it.
(Deante and Eddie)
toro throwback. Devon Quick, Me, Lindsey Pew
we all run track for different schools. well not run. i jump and they pole vault. it's chill..
my team is the best. i love them. even if they constantly remind me how weird i am.
look who's weird now. this is their "not all there kid" face #priceless
so indoor nationals was unreal. i loved every second of it. totally overwhelming though. i tried not to be nervous. and i did pretty well but when you're surrounded by all african-american girls with crazy weaves and obvious athleticism, you might get a little uneasy.. anywho. i didn't do as well as i would've hoped and that's okay it's a stepping stone and a look into what's really out there. the competition is real.
so after i was finished competing i'm sitting on the bench with my team and we're just waiting for the distance kids to finish. the Pima throws' coach, Jared, walks over to me. and says that there's a coach (meaning non JC scout for a real college) who wants to talk to me. Now, Jared has teased me all weekend, he's like Chad where he's totally unethical and nothing like the high school coaches i had. So i was like "dude, if you're messing i'm gonna punch your face, because i know very well that i'm not good enough for any school to want me yet." he laughed and said he was dead serious. Kami told me to be confident. so i followed jared over and thrusted out my hand to this 6'5" 280 lb. guy. his shirt boasted he was from Louisiana Tech and i was rather jittery. here went the convo.
Coach: Do you throw hammer?
Me: huhhh? no. i uhh. i jump. triple jump...
Coach: well you need to throw hammer.
Me: thanks for thinking so.. why?
Coach: you literally have the perfect body type for a hammer thrower.
Me: (i smile, i've been told i should throw before) do i? well i've always wanted to throw..
Coach: did you ever do gymnastics?
Me: yea for ten whole years
Coach: perfect, so you know where you body is in space and stuff? (i nod) so any olympic lifting..?
Me: in high school, but just kind of squatting and bench now and dumbbell stuff.
Jared interjects: ask her what she squatted last week? he does..
Me: uhh. 315...? (quietly)
Coach: (he's literally trembling with excitement) you would be so perfect! you're low to the ground,(you mean short, dude?) but your arms are surprisingly long. and obviously you're strong.
Me: but don't you think a triple jump/hammer thrower would be super weird. like that's not a normal combo
Coach + Jared: it just shows how much of an athlete you are!!
so it went on and on. and they apparently have a good jumps program and he told jared to start me on throwing hammer. so yea. i'm convinced i'd be good at it. it seems pretty cool. and i want to be able to offer more to a college than just triple. then maybe they'll offer me more ... $$$ soooo. now i just gotta convince Chad to let me. it's literally a zero to none chance because he's a piece of poo, who doesn't like to share his athletes. "they have everything to gain, and i have everything to lose". and he thinks i'll get hurt. hurt in throwing? dweeb. it's gotta happen. i want to throw sooooo badly!
here's what hammer is.. don't worry i didn't know what the heck it was either, i was just smiling and nodding half the time while that coach talked..
