Having cross-country meets at Los Mesquites is always very…different. Last year, there were creepy, life-size pinatas that apparently gave one of my friends nightmares. Today, there was a dance party after the races, which proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that most runners are awful dancers. Trust me, you don’t want to know.

There was also some kid who decided it would be cool if he stripped off his shirt while dancing onstage, and the announcer clearly thought that was a wonderful idea because he told the kid to flex his abs. The best part was probably my team’s reaction. All of the girls turned and faced the other way just because it was such a strange moment, and the boys laughed at us gleefully.

What would I do without cross-country?

հրաժեշտ – Armenian.