the smell in the air lately reminds me of track season... that's me making the face. we called ourselves the "lady street-walkers" instead of the "lady redskins"... our track uniforms were quite skimpy and wouldn't stay put unless we wove them through our sports bras. we also had to wear longer shorts underneath our short short short black ones. our perverted coach there on the left never seemed to mind... we caught him checking out our butts one day while doing calve stretches... how many other days was he doing that and we didn't see???
we were getting ready for the 4x100 relay. i usually ran the third leg. i also ran the medley, combo, 800, and long-jumped.
in our relays we had a password...
the combo was the funniest password. **sorry in advance to my mother-in-law and anybody who might be a delicate flower, unlike myself...*
in the combo, it goes: girl. boy, girl, boy. we each run 100 meters. our old password was "redskins". we'd say it when we needed the front runner to put their hand back for the hand-off of the baton. each school had to have a password that would be unique so their runner would know when it was time... (this is really relay 101 isn't it?) well, anywhooo, we wanted a password that would shock, distract, even make the other teams running next to us laugh. so we chose "boner". it worked, several times. it wasn't a thing we said quietly either...
i wonder if the password has changed...
good memories... a tight, toned, tanned bod, and lots of fun...
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Oh Mindy!! you probably won't see this but this post made me almost pee my pants from laughing so hard. Was this the same year that I got hit in the head with the discus? I had almost forgotten "boner" for the password too. Wouldn't it be nice to be that skinny again?
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