HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR MEEEEEE

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

It's my birthday today!!!!! 

From my dad, I got a giant metal discus. He wants me to train over February to get better at it. I was slightly amused, slightly disappointed, and slightly impressed. 

I was led outside into the lawn at the exact wrong time, because I was daydreaming about birthday presents and winning national discus championships because of the training. 

Dad demonstrated the throw a couple of times. I also threw it, but as usual, I sucked. I had always sucked at throwing. Sometimes I'm even bad at discus when I'm not actually playing it. 

Let me explain. 

I was running laps on a track, which just happened to be directly in front of the discus cage, where the super strong men were practicing their throws, which usually landed on the running track. One guy was about to throw, so I stopped running and waited. 

Then the discus coach (I once heard someone call her the Iron Maiden!) started yelling at me, so I sprinted as fast as I could away from the cage as the discus landed exactly where I was standing. She also continued to scream at me about how bad I was at running and discus. Basically I was almost discus bait, and like, I'm not supposed to say anything?!!!

Anyways, back to the training today. So Dad showed me the spinning trick for more experienced people. He did a couple of overly crappy spins, and then launched the discus into the air like some fighter jet. 

The discus went far. 

A little... too far. 

The discus launched into the forest on the hill and went rocketing down the bank. 

Dad screamed, "NO!" and sprinted towards the bank. The dog, Cleo, ran after him, and I followed not far behind. We rushed down the hill through the brambles, dead ferns, and logs. The problem with the discus is that it blended in with all the foliage, so it took half an hour.

Finally, we found it. Yay. 

~me