First Impressions

So I'm joining the track team. I though it would be fun and healthy and all that good stuff, and I'm actually really excited for it! A lot of my friends are doing it, too. Today was the physical, and it was actually OK. Here are a few of my thoughts.

OK, first of all, some of those questions we need to answer are a wee bit ridiculous. "Are you stressed?" Right now? Yes! All these ridiculous questions have stressed me out, and I don't know any of the dates of my previous immunizations, and I'm about to take a physical, and every time I do something like that I'm certain they'll find out I have cancer or something! But in general? No. So what do I answer? I'll say no, because that's probably what they want us to say.

Also, the coach is really nice. Because it's track, there are a lot of different things you can do for it, and different coaches for all the things, but there's one coach over everything, and he's great. He's also specifically in charge of medium distance, which is what I'm going to do, so he was super excited when I told him.

Of course, there were some awkward moments, too, because my life is always awkward. Everyone who needed a physical was in this one little room, and it was mostly silent. I was whispering with one of my friends for some of the time, but then I had to finish filling out my form thing, which was awkward with him watching me, so I moved. So then they started my physical, which was kind of worrying, because I really hate having to be seen by doctors, and being in hospitals, or anybody looking at anything about me, because for some reason I'm sure there will be something wrong with me, and obviously ignoring problems is the best solution. (Luckily, there didn't end up being anything wrong with me.) Anyways, the room was silent, and the doctor/nurse person was asking me questions like my birthday, and how tall I am. Those are easy, so I had no problem answering with everyone being able to hear. Then he asked how much I weigh, which was definitely awkward in this room full of people all listening to what I said. So I dropped my voice and answered, hoping no one could hear me. Apparently they couldn't, but then my friend made fun of me anyways for being self conscious.

Another awkward moment came when I was leaving. I was just about the last person to go, and was gathering all my stuff. I'd changed into gym shorts for the warm-up, so my normal clothes were by my backpack and coat. My shirt and shoes were in a bag, but there hadn't been room for my jeans in there, so they were on top of the rest of my stuff. Everybody's backpacks and clothes were all piled together in one corner of the room, though, and somebody must have grabbed my jeans by mistake, because they definitely weren't there when I was looking for them. At first the shock of not being able to find them came out when I said loudly, "Where are my pants?!" Then everybody left in the room gave me funny looks. It was great.