So, I'm sick. Or my pollen allergies decided it was time to kick in full force.
STORY OF WHY I'M SICK (yay)
My dad races in rallies. A lot of them. If you don't know what a rally is, it's basically a race with reinforced cars on paved, gravel, and dirt roads. The cars aren't released at the same time, they are released one at a time, with a minute to three-minute gap between, depending on conditions. You try to get as few points, get the fastest time possible, and avoid penalties (leaving reflective triangles on the stage, other stuff like that). Lowest score and fastest time wins. So for rallies, they need a lot of volunteers. I just so happened to have volunteered at a rally up in Olympia, WA yesterday (Saturday). IT. WAS. MISERABLE. It pretty much rained the whole time (there was legit, at least two inches of rain in 12 hours).
Since my dad wasn't volunteering and I can't legally drive, I had to wait for another volunteer to pick me up. So I'm standing out in the rain wearing a raincoat, a hoodie, jeans, and sneakers at 9:40 in the morning. I'm also carrying a backpack, a folding chair, and an umbrella. I waited at the side of the road for like 40 minutes before I realized I'm probably in the wrong spot. My socks are soaked, and my hoodie isn't staying warm. Mind you, this is also out in the middle of the woods. Anyways, I'm a huge introvert, so I don't go and ask anyone if I'm in the right spot. Eventually, I see other volunteers, so I walk over to them. I was 100(ish)yards away from where I was supposed to meet the person to take me to the volunteer meeting.
When I knew what I was doing and where I was going, I just sort of sat in my chair under my umbrella and read a book. It's still raining, it's muddy, my raincoat has stopped being a raincoat. I'm so cold I'm having involuntary muscle spasms. When they finally run the stage at 12:30-ish, my toes are numb, and I can't write times (I was working stop control, so I had to write the time the car finished the stage on a little time card) very well because my hands are so cold. Let's just say I dropped a lot of pens while they were running the stage. After they finished running the stage, I got to go back to my dad's service area and change into my spare pair of socks and my rainboots, which I should have worn in the first place. More sitting in my chair reading and eating lunch. Then it stopped raining.
The second time they ran the stage I was working on, I dropped like six pens into puddles and it started raining again. I had gloves and an umbrella that time around, so I was slightly better. There were also no people hitting trees and driving into ditches (it happens a lot in rally), so there were no delays. Some of the drivers gave me candy, so that was nice, too. As soon as the last car came through, I WAS DONE. I packed up my chair and my other shit and beelined for my dad's truck and just sat there for and hour and a half, trying to get warm and avoid human interaction.
My dad and I got home at about 10:15 at night. This morning I wake up and I can't breathe out of my nose. I've been nauseous and sneezing all day, not to mention my headache. So the entire day was wasted watching Markiplier and looking up stupid stuff on google. Oh, and I had to do the dishes because my mom and sister didn't do them when I was gone.
So, either I'm sick because I was out in the rain for 7 or so hours, or my allergies decided to let me know that my nose is full of tree pollen from being outside for 7 hours by not letting me smell or breathe out of my nose.
That was my weekend. Mek.
That's my dad's rally car in the picture at the top, BTW. For once, it didn't break during an event.
