Things My Track Team Has Taught Me

The one and only Madison Carr got a hold of my computer and left the Internet a lovely message about how I am no longer going to Camp Daggett so I can stalk her. But let's face it, why in the world would I trade anything for my precious Camp Daggett? If you know, please tell me.

You may remember last week I told you how I was spending the weekend in the one and only Vernal. Well I realized I never told you why.

Basically I made the region team for track!! But you know I don't run, like at all, so I made it for the throwing portion of track & field. 

And I wasn't sitting around doing nothing all day as much as I thought I would. But that's not including the three hour bus ride both ways. That was a lot of sitting on my butt with nothing to do! And on the bus ride back we only had one bus for EVERYONE because EVERYONE made finals and the coached didn't plan on EVERYONE making finals. So this caused me to have to share a seat... at least I was with Lane.

Did I mention we were region champs for girls and boys?
Yeah, girls only beat Morgan High School by 1 point, that's
one 6th place Park City person instead of a Morgan person.

Speaking of the devil...

What?

I didn't say anything.

Lane's Jesus, I think you misread.

Anyways, she made it for long jump and she totally crushed the competition! I only got to watch her first jumps and I didn't get see her compete in finals, sadly.☹She did FANTASTIC! She reached her goal of fourteen feet for the season and she got sixth! Which means she was on that podium!!

Me?

Pshhh.

I know you don't care.

But since you asked, I didn't podium at all or make finals (except in javelin I was only one person away from making finals and I was like ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!) But I threw a personal record in javelin & shot put; Discus sucked but only because my coach didn't tell me I was throwing that until the day of so I hadn't practiced it in about two weeks.

Enough of this boring results stuff, on to the fun stuff.

So if you click the read more button,⬇ you can find out what my "throwing team" has taught me. (And you can see more pictures than you would ever want to see.)



What The Throwing Weirdos Have Taught Me

Disclaimer: You should know that to them, I'm not Morgan, I'm Beds. Exactly. Just like a bed that you sleep in.

This name came about by the wonderful Kambridge. The first week of practice I had cornrows still and lots of beads. And she couldn't pronounce beads so I became Beds.

I Hurt Myself A Lot

Wether it's getting almost knocked out by sprinters, randomly having my legs begin to bleed, always tripping, getting scratches or slamming my fingers in car doors, no one likes to point these things out to me more than these monkeys.

I Don't Talk Very Much

I really thought I talk quiet a bit but apparently I don't. I guess I just didn't have anything to say and at first I didn't really know any of them, so I just kinda kept to myself.

And here are moments that I remember that the topic of me not talking came up:

"Beds would be most likely to be the sociopath out of the group. She just always there, never talking, just observing and watching, plotting her revenge on all of us."

"You're so quiet compared to the other Freshman." (Let me point out the other freshman were Brody and Eli who are the most outgoing social butterflies you'll ever meet.)

I was asked many times, "Why are you so quiet?"

"Woah. She speaks!"

"What do you mean she doesn't talk? Morgan talks, you just have to talk to her and she'll respond, at least most of the time."

"Morgan's like a little sassy no talking person. She hardly talks but when she does, she's sassier than my twelve-year-old sister."

So, yeah.

Every Time I Throw, I Stick Out My Tongue

I can actually thank my mom for pointing this one out for me. No better way to prove to you by showing you.

Double chins and stickin' out the tongue is the only way
to throw far

How Normal People Dance

It was the week of Prom and everyone was exchanging dance moves (each out coach) and I was just kinda standing there awkwardly and then of course they made sure I learned all of them too for future reference.

I'm Stronger Than I Think

It was one track meet at Wasatch and Lane had her spikes on so I carried her up to the top of the bleachers to our stuff and it really was no big deal, Lane's as light as a feather. But coach Herr was in AWE that I carried her up the stairs bridal style and just set her down and was like "Humph no big deal." So the next day at practice he was telling EVERY SINGLE coach that I had carried her up the stairs. And he was like, "How come you aren't throwing that shot put at fifty feet? I think you're a lot stronger than you think. You just have to know in your head, that the shot put isn't heavy and put all the muscle you have into it."

We had to lift everyday after practice and I just didn't realize that I could add more weight. During each thing we had to do, everyone was like "Com'n Beds! Add more weight!!" One day when we had to lunges, I started with a 45 pound bar and by the last set I had an 80 pound bar on my back.

Tanner Than I Realize

Every meet we went, tons of people would ask, "Where'd you go? You're so tan!!" And my response, "Oh I just tan easily." And then they rant on forever about how lucky I am and they wish they had my skin blah blah blah.

Then there's Tressa who ALWAYS has sunscreen with her and is so worried she's gonna burn when it snowing.

How To Get Rid Of A Dead Body

If you've ever heard or been apart of a conversation with Tressa and Kambridge, then you know exactly what I'm talking about.

Wether it's getting rid of the evidence through a bathtub full of chemicals, making the body parts into dolls, eating the body or selling the parts on EBay, they have thought of every way possible.

They also gave me many clever ideas of how to make the body a dead body. The most disturbing part was about how elaborate the plans were, so if you ever need anyone to go bye-bye, just contact these two.

Along with their prank they plan to pull on the school, to fill the sprinkler system with blood then pull the fire alarm and blood will be spurting everywhere and they'd be in pure bliss.

I'm Short

Like I didn't already know that, but thanks for pointing it out.

I Wanna Actually Be Able To Play My Ukulele

At the region track meet there was this kid who was playing his ukulele and he had literally his whole team singing along with him. (And I was so determined to become his best friend, but that never happened.) It seemed like literally the perfect experience, they all seemed to happy and having fun. I want that to happen with my ukulele, everyone singing along, having fun and everyone's just happy.

So here's what you came here for, the pictures:

To hot to handle

Single as a Pringle and ready to mingle

We're cute

So Madison deleted the cutest picture of her ever laughing
in the rain off my phone and I have no way to get it back
so here's another picture of her and Madi laughing, but it's
not as good. Shame on you Madison.

It's a tradition for Lane and I to take a picture with the Union
sign and I zoomed in on her face, and isn't she beautiful!?!

I like this one because I have so much concentration on my
face and I'm not sticking out my tongue.

Trying to keep warm

It Was An Absolute Failure

Everything was a fail... even the picture

What was an absolute failure?

Everything.

Okay not everything that day.

But the skiing...

That was with no doubt in my mind an absolute failure.

We were planning on skiing at Snowbasin with my aunt & uncle that were visiting. But it didn't exactly go as planned.

So we show up and half the lifts are on wind hold... That's just fine and dandy.

It seemed as if a hurricane was about to attack the mountains, it was just that windy.

When we were getting on the gondola they told us the skies weren't allowed outside the gondola because it was so windy. So we had six people along with six skies inside the gondola. Let's just say my dad's skies didn't even fit inside.

I swear that gondola could NOT move any slower. I probably could have walked up that mountain faster than that gondola was moving.

I am aware I used gondola at least once in every sentence. Yay... grammar!




While skiing down I was pelted with chunks of ice that were blown from the trees. And even if I didn't turn at all I went the speed as if I was doing pizza skiing.

We almost fell of the tree and
died

We get to the bottom and take our skies off and get in line to go up again and the official lifty was like "Sorry this lift is now put on windhold so you're not allowed to get on."

Ruuuddee

I've only done one run and know you're going to make me go sit inside and buy your food until you open again. Not fair.

So that's what we did.

For an hour.


Then we asked the ladies at the information desk if and when they think they'd open the lift again. They were like sorry, we aren't opening again.

So I drove and hour both ways to get here just to ski one run, have a hot chocolate along with some fries and the go home. Yay.

Luckily they gave us a voucher for another day next year, but still.

Five Things That Occurred To Prove How Windy It Was:

• When everyone was in the lodge and we came out, all the skies and snowboards were blown over and were just laying there on the ground 
• When my brother and I were skiing our one and only run down a fairly steep slope, the wind almost stopped us from moving at all
• Even the little beginner lift was put on windhold which is protected by a ton of trees
• I fell over while walking because the wind pushed me over (it might have been my clumsiness but the world will never know...)
• Enough proof right here: The resort never opened again because it was so windy...

When we got back to my house I just wanted to sit on my lazy butt and watch Pretty Little Liars.

(DON'T SPEAK TO ME ABOUT THE SEASON FINALE BECAUSE I'M ONLY ON SEASON TWO AND I NEED TO CATCH UP ASAP BUT IF YOU SPOIL ANYTHING LIKE SOME PEOPLE HAVE FOR ME I WILL DISOWN YOU FOR LIFE.)

But no..... that didn't happen.

We had to go for a hike.

I only agreed to it because we hiked up and then got to sled down.

When we get to the trail head my parents point to the top of the mountain and I was like "Uh-no I'm not hiking all the way up there!" But they're like okay you can wait here in the parking lot for the next four hours while we hike. Fineeeeeee....

Here were some of my thoughts while hiking the dreadful peak:

My legs are going to fall off and there's nothing I can do about it.

Dysfunctional picture of me hiking the hill

Another bear is going to come out of those trees attack me again and then eat us all and no one will ever know.

What my brother and I actually said almost a million times. "Are we there yet?" "How much longer" "Can we just go from here." 

I think I'm gonna die.

We're lost. This isn't a real trail head, they just wanted Tyler and I to be trapped up here in the wilderness and die alone.

This sled should have a rope attached so I can just drag it and not have to carry it. 

Why'd I agree to do this?

When I'm sledding down this, I'm gonna run into that tree, this tree, that tree over there, and this tree that fell down probably from someone else running into it. 

We finally get to the top or the hill and we had a pretty great few of Park City. We began to sled down the mountain and it was such an adrenaline rush. I was so surprised I didn't crash into a tree and break my face.


So here's a video from the Sledtopia run and I guess it's not embarrassing... but it's a video. So it counts. Ha.

Oh and those clips aren't sped up at all I was actually going that fast. Intense, I know.

Action shot of my dogga wogga Zack-a-wackers 

Me and my swaggy butt sled and go pro

#nofilter

I Don't Do Science

This past week I got to miss school to go to another school. I know, awesome!

But this school was wayyyyyy cooler!!!

It's in Jackson Hole, Wyoming and it's a school that's all about science, (called the Teton Science School.)

Instead of sitting in a class room all day just waiting for the weekend to come, I was outside learning science hands on.

Before I went on this trip, science was definitely my least favorite subject but after learning outside in the actual world rather than a classroom, it caused me to enjoy science so much more!

I heard from past students told this trip was fun.

But that my friend, was an understatement.

This trip was the most amusing, entertaining, exciting and all around awesome school trip ever.

Each day we were on the tips of our toes just dyeing to know what adventure we would encounter next. Wether it was snowshoeing, cross-country skiing, doing the dishes, singing every where ever we went or building snow sculptures. I definitely made many memories and funny stories I'll tell over and over again. (Most that include Ally & Caroline.)

Here are the highlights of my trip:

• Marty the Moose sculpture along with our flash mob at dinner.
• Watching Ally ride the struggle bus while trying to climb up the hill on cross-country skies
• Cutting down willow trees as a stewardship project
• MAFIA!!!

  

  We took selfies during the night hike even though we
  may have sacrificed our vision for the next few hours

• Caroline's animal call video
• Building the snowman that was as tall as me
• Our water baby experiment 
• Seeing Le Tetons (Muy bonita) 
• Going down steep hills that were hardly even a hill and epically falling
• The night hike and everything that happened along the way
• Cleaning Hoo-Rahs while singing and dancing
• The cursed YOLO
• Lane's story about chasing a coyote

And along the way we actually learned tons of stuff. (I know shocking, it's not like we're on a school trip while at a science school or anything like that...)


So I was told I had to make sure to use science words in this post so here's my list of science words:

• Adaptation

  

  Our bus rides were better than yours

• Snow Layers
• Scat & Tracks
• Greater Yellowstone Ecosystem
• Facets & Rounds

Okay just kidding. I can actually put those vocabulary woods into context.

WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS NEXT PARAGRAPH UNLESS YOU ARE MENTALLY PREPARED TO SEE THE NERDY SIDE OF ME, AKA THE SCIENCE SIDE.

The first night here we learned about the GYE (Greater Yellowstone Ecosystem) and all the species that live inside it using the acronym ASCAR. (A for alpine S for sagebrush C for conifer A for aspen R for Riparian.) Later on we had learned about behavioral and physical adaptations species have to help themselves survive the winter. FUN FACT: Did you know aspens have a layer of sunscreen on them to protect their photosynthetic bark underneath. We also dug three snow pits six feet deep and learned about the snow layers along with the difference between facets & rounds. Sara also learned that she likes to dig holes along with her hibernation cave. It was really cool trying to identify tracks out in the wilderness and kinda strange observing animals poop inside a container. The final thing I learned was the French fur trappers must have not seen some ladies in a very very VERY long time. (Hence the name Le Tetons.)

This trip was so much fun and if anyone who reads this has the opportunity to go, I 100% hands down, recommend it.

P.S. If you want to check out the blog for this trip, you can find other students who went and their fun experiences here.

The Time I Was Attacked By A Bear

It was a nice & pleasant summer day until I found out I had to go hiking. I. Did. Not. Want. To. Go. Hiking. Under. Any. Circumstances. But parents being parents, made me. The plus side (and the only plus side) we were going with our friends visiting from Michigan.

But when we showed up the day got even better because we were hiking at Deer Valley so technically we weren't hiking. What do I mean by this? Well we got to ride the chair lift up and hike down again. Don't ask me why but I think it completely ruins the point of hiking, which completely made up for the fact I was forced to go hiking. *Happy Face!*

We take the chair lift to the top and let me tell you it was quite the view. I mean I've seen it before because I live here but my friends, I swear their jaws had dropped all the way down to the Pacific Ocean. Then they took over a million pictures, but I can relate, I take pictures of everything!

We finally began hiking down and I was straggling behind everyone else because I really was not in the mood to go hiking. And of course when I'm in the middle of nowhere my bladder decides to inform me that I have to go to the bathroom, RIGHT NOW! Once everyone is far enough ahead, I decided I was gonna pop-a-squat in an area full of bushes. That's when I noticed I was in trouble. There was a bear probably 20-feet away. Except I didn't think that the bear was a threat, my first thought was, "That'd be such a cool picture if I just had a camera, with all the flowers and the bear!" Then I realized what I just said, OHMYGOD THERE'S A BEAR!!!! The bear was looking directly at me. ME! Hopefully the bear's One Direction in disguise...

The Claw Marks From The Attack

Well the bear's probably just staring at me because I'm just so beautiful. Or for the fact I was just about to release my bladder in his territory. But I would really appreciate it Mr. Bear if you would stop staring at me so I can finish my business and leave. So I decided to avoid eye contact or else the situation would just get even more awkward.

Then the thought that the bear might be a predator came to mind, I ever so slowly start to back away from the bear. The bear took a step towards me and that was enough to scare me, I turned and ran (while screaming very loudly) back to the trail trying to catch up to my family and friends. I looked back, bad decision. The bear was following me and very fast too.

I was running as fast as Morgan can possibly run, (Which if you've ever seen me run, isn't all that fast) I was catching speed around one of the corners and of course Morgan being Morgan tripped. Of all times I could have tripped it was when I was being chased by a bear!

The bear caught up to me and was just pulling and tugging at my leg! I tried to escape but the bear just pulled even harder. He kept pulling and pulling and pulling at my leg, just like I'm pulling on your's right now!

See what I did there? I know, you don't need to tell me. I'm a very funny person. That reminds me, wanna here a joke? Even if you don't, I'll tell you anyways. What'd the horse say when it fell? I've fallen and I can't giddy-up!

Anyways, as I was saying, that whole story I told you, 100% not true. Well I guess it's more like 20% not true and 80% true. I do in fact have that scar but rather than being caused by a bear attacking me, it was my dear frenemy the bike. So just substitute the bear for the bike and hiking for biking and there's the real story!

I was not a happy camper to go biking
(notice the circled areas)

This is just got awkward... I just read over this post again and literally substituted hiking for biking and bear for bike, and that didn't work at all. "OHMYGOD THERE'S A BIKE!!!" - Who thinks that? Geez. I know I'm crazy but I promise you I'm not that kind of crazy!

Our friends from Michigan, my brother & I
(notice the circled areas)

(The circled areas indicate my shirt that was ripped and a bandage that was put over my boo-boo)

Well I hope none of you out there reading this have to deal with the physical and emotional pain of your once dear friend the bike attacking you. And if anyone of you have been attacked by a bear, I have four words for you. Glad I'm not you.

You Know It's Bad When The Medic Is Called

*Flashback*

"SECURITY?!?" "WE NEED SECURITY!" the clowns scream at the top of their lungs. "Okay, you two just wait in the corner until security gets here," one of the nicer clowns tell my friend and I. I wait there in agony, waiting and waiting and waiting. When security finally arrives he glances at me and immediately said into his walkie talkie, "We need the medic in the clown maze ASAP."

(In case you haven't realized it yet, I was at a haunted house)

You're probably wondering Why in the world would Morgan need a medic at a haunted house? Yes, I'm a very clumsy person but this time, I didn't trip and fall. No, a zombie did not hit me in the back of a head with a fire extinguisher. And obviously my legs did not get chopped of by the creepy chain saw guy. It's called an elbow to the face.

The Elbow To The Face Experience

It all happened in slow motion (mainly because there was a strobe light doing its thing). I saw the zombie lady reach out trying to grab us, but we ran, we ran as if she was going to be the death of us. I watched as Brendan tripped at the exit but caught himself by the frame of the door. That's when the contact with his elbow and my face happened. More precisely, his elbow and my nose. No one else realized what happened, but I knew instantly what would happen next.

My nose began to throb when we were trying to find our way out of the creepy clown maze. That's when I felt the bloody nose coming on. Once we were around the next corner I already had a warm red pool of blood swishing around in my hands. That's when my friend finally got the attention of a clown. The clown looks at me, touches my face and calmly said, "Your beautiful face has blood all over it." All I did was nod. That was when the clowns started calling for security and told my friend Lane and I to wait in the corner.

While we patiently waited for security to show up, about five of the clowns surrounded us in the corner. Now that is the definition of terrifying. It was a strange sensation. Imagine: five of the creepiest human beings you've ever seen times 10 but them acting so incredibly nice and genuine. They were all asking me what happened but my favorite clown was the one who had the puppet who kept saying, "George is coming to help you!"

Finally security (George) arrived and shortly after the medic (Spencer) came to my rescue. The whole situation after this was one of the most awkward things I've ever experienced. It was some random old guy blinding me with his flashlight while attempting to remove all the blood from my face and hands. And then he tried to stick a piece of gauze (let me note NOT a tissue) up my nose.

While Spencer was still attempting to wipe all the blood of my face, many people found us in the corner. The clowns were like our body guards just scaring them back into the maze. Some had really funny reactions to seeing so much blood. But my favorite reaction was when a boy not that much older than me screamed, "HOLY SH*T THAT GIRL HAS A LOT OF BLOOD..." But then he got cuts off because he was screaming while running away from the clowns.

Thank you clowns.

Epilogue 

We ended up making it through the rest of the Haunted House safely except Spencer wasn't able to get all the blood of me with the disinfecting wipes. My friend Lane, who was with me the whole time, somehow managed to get my blood in her hair. When we finished the haunted house the rest of our friends exploded when they saw us. They literally thought we died because we just disappeared and they had no idea what happened to us. Although I got a bloody nose and was in a few really awkward situations, I had tons of fun!